They showed up and were beautiful

Rather speechless these days because I have too much to say. The name of the post comes from a song from Tingsek - I just loved the title and kinda describes how I felt during my trip(s). When I tell people that I flew to New York and stayed there for three days, they all go: 'ONLY three days?' as if the number between two and four could be stretched a bit more. But I found a lot of beauty. Not American Beauty, and there were no moments of following a flying plastic bag with a handicam. I mean earthly beauty, pure joy of being alive and right there.

What should I remember? Well, the hotel in London was so dodgy that I slept with the socks in my hands just to avoid touching the floor with no less than some thick piece of clothing. I saw Billy Elliot (the musical - go figure) and the slangy English was incredibly difficult to catch, so allas there was a lot of dancing. I was so looking forward to a hotdog in Manhattan, soaked in relish, that I almost cried when the Pakistani guy screamed at me: NO RELISH! after I asked three times. I took a complete tour of all Manchester beauties... and after those 10 minutes we went to the movies. I looked for the Serpentine Gallery and got terribly lost - tend to read the maps and then walk exactly on the opposite direction, so I said fuck it (or 'bugger off!' given the context) and let my aching feet to feel the grass in Hyde Park. I went to Victoria's Secret as a first target after setting foot in the USandA (always do the same). And then I came back. And also the next day. I stared at Rothkos and Picassos and Calders and Magrittes and the Yves Klein's blue... my soul got stronger. I dwelled at the Tate and the MoMA, feeling I had so many stories to tell. I made a Dane blush like hell when I talked to him about the Pollock he was struggling to explain to a very blonde... blonde. And as usual, bought more books than I could carry and tea that I could drink. But no mustard this time.

Thanks LeeAnn, gracias Bichito and Jorge for letting me look through your window and spoiling me!

Sometimes the most important part of our history is the one we're making today.

More art to come.