senor gaudi

Antoni Gaudi is considered the grand master of Catalan modernism and he spent his life creating art and architecture for the city of Barcelona. Incorporating his various skilled crafts like ceramics, stained glass, wrought ironwork and carpentry into his work, his works make kooky imprints on the city, that in my mind, make him kind of like the Mad Hatter of Barcelona. Refusing to see the world as everyone else does, love or hate his work, you can’t deny that Gaudi had a point and stuck to it. I’m guessing he didn’t care too much to listen to critics or those that pointed out that his architecture wasn’t how things are ‘normally’ done. The man has a vision and kept with it.

Casa Batillo:

Casa Mila:

Begun in 1915, Gaudi devoted himself to Sagrada Familia until his death. The church has continued to be build since then and has plans to include 18 steeples that are to be finished in 2022.

Park Guell is chaotic with both crowds and visuals. The park sprawls up, allowing for a few of the city and sea beyond if you’re willing to climb. Sprinkled throughout the space are musicians singing, playing the guitar and even square dancing – yes, I kid you not. I’m sure an act as a bizarre as a mass square dancing ‘Cotton-Eye Joe’ in Barcelona, Spain in the type of oddity Gaudi might have smiled at. To me, it’s proof that no matter how far from home you go, home has a way of finding you.

barcelona [part 3]

 

street sign / typical architecture / outside bull fighting arena / inside bull fighting arena / snack time / beach time / harbor at sunset

barcelona [part 2]

 

Christopher Columbus points the way / churros and hot chocolate / Barcelona building / beautiful door #1 / sign on the street / beautiful door #2 / sail boating at the beach

barcelona [part 1]

Last week I soujourned to Spain for the first time. Meeting a friend in Barcelona we spent our days at the wandering the city, shopping, eating tappas and taking in Gaudi’s work. For my fellow Texans, the city felt a lot like a European version of Austin – cultural yet relaxed.

 

La Boqueria market / Rainbow display of fruit juice at La Boqueria / Sagrada Familia / Wide, meandering paths / Colorful mosaics / Narrow streets full of life

two years

Two years.

I graduated from Baylor and left my college life two years ago today. Devastated, I drove up I35 to my childhood home completely unsure of what I would do next. I can’t help but think about that girl crying while she drove home, officially severing her college ties and wanting to whisper to her, Oh, the places you’ll go.

Above the cities and countries I’ve been blessed to encounter in the last two years, it’s even more, Oh the things you’re about to learn. As I find myself on a similar precipice now, my back slowing turning on Paris and looking to a hazing horizon once again, maybe I should take those words to heart again.

Sometimes I get wrapped up in thinking about what I should do with my future – should I just go to New York? If I don’t move to New York, will I always wonder if that was supposed to be where I ‘make it’? If I  don’t go t New York, will I ever know my full potential? What will be most beneficial to my career, what will be most beneficial to my personal life…and it’s all mere speculation. I envelop myself in this web of planning that with time starts to block my view of the outside world and turns my mind inside to think only about myself. Thankfully though, I usually then have a back to earth moment when I remember that none of it is suppose to be about my benefit. That even if I fail at being a writer or a professional of any kind, if I follow Jesus, that’s all that matters. It doesn’t matter that most of the world doesn’t see it that way, it only matters that I see it and believe it, and then live it out every day.

Jesus is my break. He is my potential. He’s everything. If I’ve ever written anything on this blog or any other place that moved you or made an impression, I promise, it really wasn’t me. Yes, I wrote the words down but he placed them in my head or on my heart. I have a note I keep on my desk that says,

“Do you believe god wants you to write?

Ask him.

There are no coincidences.

There is purpose, design, a plan.

Are you going to believe God that he gave you one?”

 

Oh the places he’ll take me. Oh the things he’ll teach me. The last two years have been quite the adventure – there’s no reason to believe the journey stops now.

M o r e   i n f o