Nightmare in Barceloña...

Blogdosts, I have really, really missed this space. Let me put it this way, Barceloña, gorgeous as it is, can be tough for anybody who does not speak Spanish. Here i am at the airport lounge after a battle at immigration. I am convinced there is something about my personality and attitude that sets me up for these crazy searches and questioning each time i am in Europe. But i managed to feast on Gaudi and Picasso and Miro.... reminding me poignantly of M.F.Husain´s tragic end in a strange country. Here in Spain, they honour their artists.... respect them. Streets are named after great cellists and painters. Look at how shabbily we treat our cultural icons. Have to rush to catch my flight home. More from me tomorrow. Adios.