Miami Beach, Florida
My travels have continued lately, between seasons, among worlds, sadly lacking in one thing - climbing. Life is possible without it, for sure, although it does seem (much) more dull. From autumn, I went all the way back to a pleasant tropical summer in Florida, that reminded me of my high-school exchange times in Fort Pierce and Port St. Lucie there. Florida seemed as commercial and bound on entertaining its balding residents as ever, with poorer strata of population having as difficult a time as ever making a living there. It was somewhat funny for me to inadvertently say "hola" to the housekeeping services in hotels, and actually a pleasure to be able to understand Spanish and notice the Latin American accents. Only a couple of years ago, this language was strange to me, and there we go, the learning machine of human brain has proved its utility once again, and now in the airport I can understand another percentage of travel population, not mentioning my ongoing efforts at integrating Catalunya one way or another.
Robert Moses State Park, Long Island, New York
A quick change of climate brought me to another island, from Miami Beach to Long Island. Same ocean, different set-up. Two more relaxed days admiring the incredible autumn colors, reminding me of other autumns in New England, a different, but also past period of my life. Maybe nearing 30 forces more reflection, or simply a bigger collection of memories is available to draw upon during long solitary evenings.
Oh well, after this short North American break, time to jump back into the (rainy???) Barcelona again, and hopefully more time for climbing will emerge among the clouds when the humidity goes up, and the sunshine comes back down to us...