Park Stories From An Ex-Pat Urbanite And Mother Of Many Years

by Becky on March 14, 2013 · 1 comment

in Fun, Travel

Image from Park Güell in Barcelona Spain

Parks abound here in Barcelona. Some are historic, like this one, designed by Gaudí. Drawing visitors from all over the world, Park Güell looks like nothing you’ve ever seen. It is one of Gaudí’s modernist dreams writ large.

Image from Park Güell in Barcelona Spain

Image from Park Güell in Barcelona Spain

Image from Park Güell in Barcelona Spain

Image from Park Güell in Barcelona Spain

Image from Park Güell in Barcelona Spain

Image from Park Güell in Barcelona Spain

Smaller parks abound here, too, of the less spectacular variety. With their soccer courts, their pathways for strolling, and their playgrounds for little bodies, they are afternoon dreams writ small. Goose and I headed to his favorite park today.  You’d never know it was there if you didn’t go through the breezeway that appears to lead into an apartment building but doesn’t!  Suddenly, you’re in open space: buildings on four sides, park underfoot.

He loves to play soccer (fútbol) there with some new friends. As might be expected in a city that literally erupts when Barcelona wins a soccer match, these boys can dance around a ball in ways that seem to defy gravity.  The court they play on is brick; the goal posts are merely imagined ones, since other children also share the space.  This afternoon, as I watched Goose strap on the goalie gloves another boy loaned to him when it was his turn to protect the goal, I thought, Man, is he happy in the park.

Maybe the real boundary between childhood and teenagehood is What You Do At A Park.  Goose, he launches himself in every direction in order to stop balls from becoming goals.  But Miss Lavender, she reads on a nearby bench.

Today I found myself wanting Mr. Goose to have quality park time.  Lots of it.  The reason is obvious, isn’t it?  I want his childhood to last as long as it can.

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