Oil pastels are fun, like big gooey crayons – big slashes of color, easily correctable and fun to smear and mix colors – I´m like a big kid again!
Poble Español is a classic 1929 “Disneyesque” village by village representation of many of the Spanish towns & villages. It is beautifully preserved, and the best thing about it is that after 8 p.m. it´s only 5€ to get in, and there are several romantic plaza cafés under the stars. Also, several pubs and cafés there have live music – or bring your own!
An amazing poem that is so pertinent today –
AN AWAKENED WORLD
Imagine a world where land is known simply as Land ~
Not Russia or Africa, Australia or China or America or Antarctica,
Just one glorious graceland of God’s geography.
Imagine a world where people are known simply as People –
Not Indians or Persians, Asians or Americans, Aborigines or Africans,
Just one brilliant bouquet of flowering humanity.
Imagine a world where true religion is known simply as Kindness,
Not only Islam or Buddhism, Hinduism or Judaism, Christianity or Taoism,
Just one great circle of love, honoring all of creation.
Imagine this world often ~
One shifting from overpowering some to empowering all.
A planet evolving from “I love to have,” to “I have to love.”
A world that knows there are no sides
to a globe that is round.
– Diana Loomans
“Wherever there is a human being, there is an opportunity for kindness.” – Seneca
“Always be kind, for everyone is fighting a hard battle.” – Plato
“Our task must be to free ourselves from our prison by widening our circle of compassion – to embrace all humanity and the whole of nature in its beauty.” – Albert Einstein
Poble Español on the site of the 1929 Int’l Exposition, the home of one of my other fav attractions, the Magic Fountain. Poble Español was made as a “Disneyland-esque” representation of the various cities and regions of Spain – you can wander through the Plaza Major in Madrid, see the Moorish tower of Zaragosa, the streets of Seville.One day, I went for a walk. Just above the main Palau are two gated entrances, but that day – they were surprisingly open! A new adventure awaits! The entrance leads past a guardhouse and into the grounds of the Palau Abeniz, which apparently is another building created in 1929 for the Expo – a palace, really – that now only houses the King & Queen of Spain when they’re in town. The grounds are peppered with statues, mostly of women in common poses, but not just typical statues – these gals have curves! (like me!) The grounds are lovingly cared for, with fountains gushing and flowing similar to La Granja.
This “remnant” of the 1929 Int’l Expo reminds me of why I lived here. When I lived in SanFran, it was always my obsession to imagine myself walking through the 1939 Expo on Treasure Island, and it made me sad to look across the bay at the island which had been denuded of nearly all of the trappings of the Expo – destroyed or removed by the Navy once they took over the island in 1940. But this Expo lies just across the road from me, and it’s buildings, sculptures, gardens – its essence – is still there. This is the attraction to this lovely city, this beautiful place. The romance and draw of the Expo and the energy of its past is still alive there, and it is magical to me. The wonder of seeing the Magic Fountain (an amazing techno wonder of its time!), wandering the hillside gardens, enjoying the tucked away delight of the café at the Font del Gat – it is all still alive to me. Now I am two blocks away from the site of the 1915 Panama Pacific Exhibition, held in the (then) newly created Balboa Park.
It makes the Time Traveler in me DREAM… I walk back home, sort of in fog of imagination wondering what it would have been like to have been here in 1929. How funny the circle of life is! To go from living just across the San Francisco Bay from Treasure Island, to this amazing place where the buildings, the wonder, the essence of a World Expo still lives. What joy! It makes me ponder if I indeed will ever need move again. I love to travel, but the connection to this place is ingraining itself more and more each day.