Plaza Real

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Eleven o’clock pm, New Year’s Eve, in the Plaza Real.

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And on The Rambla, where the crowds migrate toward Plaza Catalunya.

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High up in the clock tower, the bells sound.  On the stroke of twelve, a cheer goes up.

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Hello 2013!

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And hello New Year’s Moon!

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My husband, the Eleven O’Clock Dad, is different from me in every imaginable way.  It was an opposites attract thing from day one.  Tomatoes, to-mah-toes, you know?  But at the end of the day, we recommit.  Always.

This couple, on their balcony, in the Plaza Real, each of them with a book! 

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May this be us in our mature years, when our balcony summons. I can see it: my husband with one of his business books, and me with my Neruda poetry. And the afternoon is lovely.

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