During the weekend, we revisited Madrid to say hello to a friend and have some tapas. That was the good part. The bad part was the flight home. Me and Emelie got up at 4 AM and catched a cab outside the Atocha station. That trip presented no problem and we arrived at Barajas two hours before the flight departure.
For all of you who share my love for both Manhattan and digital maps, I want direct your attention to Jason Kottke’s latest project: Manhattan Elsewhere.
Even though nature is beautiful, very few things inspire me more than large cities, sprawling with buildings in all directions. I love to walk along the streets, synchronize my heartbeat with the city’s unique pulse and feel its energy while immersed by the creative chaos of mankind.
The magnificent aqueduct of Segovia was created around 100 AD, being one of the best preserved Roman aqueducts in Europe. 14 kilometers of stone brought water to the city with a one-percent grade of slope.
The hurricane Katrina has finally arrived at the mainland of Louisiana and hit Mississippi like a ton of bricks. Many streets in New Orleans are flooded by two meters with reports of sharks, alligators and snakes swimming around. Debris everywhere, boats are floating up the streets and about ten thousand people have sought refuge inside the Superdome.
I found myself back in London again. The springtime is cold but lovely. Had a beautiful spring walk in St James’s Park, saying hello to the swans and smelling the cherry blossoms.
I remember a morning couple of years back when I sat on a beach in Khao Lak, sipping a soft drink while my toes were the only thing that obstructed the view of the Andaman sea reaching into the Indian ocean.
I was recently sitting in Terminal 2 at Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris, reading Terminal man, the tale about Merhan Karimi Nasseri who has been living in Terminal 1 of CDG for 16 years. That’s right. Terminal 1, the horrible concrete saucer.
This would be a night to remember. We arrived at Guarulhos, the international airport of Sao Paulo, in the afternoon. To our surprise the aircraft had already left.
Apart from the obvious reference to the song by Lustans Lakejer, I met a lot of interesting things in Rio de Janeiro. Maybe the most striking was meeting Jesus on the top of Corcovado. The tall statue is towering above the city on top of a mountain, with a marvelous view.
