mediterranean blues
Well it had to happen. I’m homesick. And it all started when I first sat at a pavement cafe on Norton Street in Leichhardt wondering why a particular Spanish establishment had moved to Sydney. Since then, I have been unable to shake off the feeling that I miss Spain. Maybe the answer is I don’t visit Norton Street again, with it’s bijou stores, open air European-style cafes and it’s yellow wedding cake architecture that so reminds me of someplace in Torrevieja. This is the heart of Sydney’s Little Italy and it has fast become a magnet for me, not because the cafes serve beer like they do at home and show World Cup matches night and day, but because it IS like home.
There is a lot in Spain I don’t want to go back to and a lot that I do. And ache to. For once I am at a loss as to know what to do about this. So in true Basia fashion, I won’t do a damn thing, except prevaricate until the very last minute…
Comments
What, you aren’t being contrary, are you? Who would have thought.
Just find (a few more) people to boss around, and you will be back to normal. :)
Posted by: Stray Taoist | June 30, 2006 12:38 PM
I love you….:-p
Posted by: Herself | June 30, 2006 5:00 PM
I feckin love you ;-p
Posted by: Herself | June 30, 2006 5:01 PM
Don’t worry sweetie, you will soon remember the reason you came to this side of the world.
Posted by: orthodeva | July 3, 2006 9:00 AM
El Carmen aint the same without you. Just remember the crap that made you leave in the first place
Posted by: wee blade | July 3, 2006 10:32 AM