Well, people’s fear of fever (coronavirus) led to a dream flight with hardly anyone on the plane. I had a whole row to myself across which to stretch for sleep. Though I don’t sleep well on moving things (trains, boats, planes, planet Earth). It’s more like a fever dream kind of sleep.
And so when we arrived it was almost as if everything were seen through a fever dream.
Which was appropriate as we visited the Reina Sofia museum, home to one of the most fever dream-like paintings: Picasso’s Guernica. It depicts the fascists’ brutal bombing of the civilian town of Guernica. It was one of the first to make a big impression on me, as our friend DeeDee helped a group of us paint it on a big wall in our dorm basement at college. Many of the other works in the museum are surrealist in nature. And many are about fascism. It’s recent renewed rise has made me feel like I have lived the past few years in a fever dream. It’s time to finally get some sleep and hope things look better when I wake up.
Enjoy Madrid. I loved the museums but not eating at 9 p.m.! Get to Avila to see that jewel of a walled city. I will follow your posts. Hugs to Mary. Sarah
Thank you!
Oh, wouldn’t Cal like to have a whole row to stretch out on!! Well done!
Thinking of you both today, downing red wine and taking in sunshine.
I would, of course, give up my space for Cal. Anyone that tall deserves it more. It was upper 60s Farenheit here today and sunny. The wine we drank was white.