Spain is a very pleasant place to visit, as I’m sure virtually anyone who has been there will tell you. Arriving under the cover of extreme early morning darkness on a Wednesday and missing a MGMT show in Paris, for which I had already paid precious euros, can make anyone slightly ill-tempered. But, do you know what the antidote is? Swipe a Toblerone from the minibar along with a refreshing Fanta beverage and go take a walk on the beach.
Hey MGMT, sorry I cannot be in the audience to hear your show. But maybe you can use the money from my ticket to buy a shirt, or perhaps an improved scarf.
This week has been filled with its fair share of chaos (as had long been expected), but lounging upon a rock and eating Swiss chocolate while watching a dog struggle mightily to pull a giant piece of driftwood out of the ocean happens to be therapeutic. Also I had numerous opportunities to stroll past that same Spanish door that I had seen during my first Denia visit. I like this door because in a world of normal doors – be they red, white, or just a simple varnish – this door stands up and confidently says “Hey, I know you’re on your way to the schwarma stand around the corner, but check me out. You like glass? Do you like glass that is yellow, green, blue, and purple? Yes, I thought you might.”
You know what that glass door says to me? “My windows are made of candy”. That looks like a door right out of Hansel and Gretel (minus the gingerbread and candycane). I’ll bet you anything there’s a witch behind it. Seriously.