Those words, which I’ve often heard spoken with the fondness that memory lends, have always loomed large in my mind. I grew up hearing stories of my mom’s travels to the Costa Brava, eating regional pastries with coffee from bowls and sailing past Dalí’s house, recognizable from outside the cove it sits on by the two large white eggs on the roof. And then one day, as if by chance, I went to see for myself.
The sundial on the wall behind the tree reads: “Jo sense sol, tu sense Fe no valem res,” Catalan for “I without the sun, you without faith–we are not worth anything.”
That cheeky diver!
Cadaqués, 7 September – 10 September, 2010