After Christmas, before New Year's, and even more importantly before Epiphany, which is really the big gift-giving holiday here in Catalonia.
I'm afraid I'm a bit exhausted by the food, the wine, the sheer goose fat (that's not a metaphor, I mean that literally) of the past four days; it's been seriously impressive and well-done, but not really a diet designed to leave you calm and clear-headed, if you know what I mean. I chickened out today for the traditional Trip Into the Country that Rob always makes before he goes home, when he picks up a case or two of his favorite wines, which also includes yet another wonderful tapas restaurant; I just stayed in my room, swept, showered, changed the bed, did laundry, cooked, slept. Feeling a little less bruised now, and ready to see what Susan and Rob want to do on the last night before they leave.
Then tomorrow, or perhaps the next day, I'll go to Barcelona on my own – a bit of shopping/returning, a bit of wandering around.
I've bought some gifts and some chocolate, especially focusing on two people who went out of their way to do nice things for me this year when I needed them – their partners will also enjoy the chocolate.
Interesting reading von Franz; some startling things in her overview of inferior functions, notably the last page or so of her list (which is about Freud, and I think Lacan, and at least one other person more directly involved in my life). I've always been interested in Jung's personality types, but never paid so much attention to the inferior functions as opposed to the superior ones; but of course that's where the problems would come from, isn't it? Fascinating details and examples in her lengthy overview.
There is a very loud pair of children playing right next to me... (it's not all that distracting in this busy café, but I couldn't resist using one of my favorite lines from the beginning of Nabokov's Pale Fire).
Well, because of these lovely, quiet children (sic), I can't remember if there was something in particular I was going to write about. So here's a picture of the beautiful front of the house I want most to live in, in Sitges. The compass painted by the door, the beautiful finish, the setting... a lovely place. In my dreams, you say?...
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