- The GPS, bless its defunct heart, shows that we are floating topography-less, on a blue ground with an arrow floating about looking where to land. Where is Terrassa! My Queendom for a direction! Will that long sentence ever end! Keep driving until you see a sign, any sign.
Rushing to our arrival time, we passed sights clamoring to be seen, but Rosario comes first. She has visited in our area and we love her.
At the end of a fantasy trip, this was a grounding day for us. What does regular person's home look like, a welcome home-coming literally, even someone else's home, after the immersion in history we love in our touring life.
Dan and I have seen castles and costumes, so much of the marvelous, cruel, class-stratified beautiful, autonomy-killing, deadly places in Europe where rich and poor lived and died. Visit those places and breathe the drama of feudalism, invasions, Civil Wars (that thrust our Rosario and her children in an escape to France, to Carcassonne, years ago, and back. Modest, hard-working, now sustaining herself in a pensioner's home as all those who in later years deserve after playing by the rules. She exerted great effort and resourcefulness and productivity, now with children who adore her, but who span Spain, and the US, by way of Ecuador.
Try this. Whether or not productive, no elderly and noone who for other reasons is not working largely because of stacked decks, everyone even, deserves a dignified life, a dignified end.
Our neighbors are at the upper right -- in the US. Travel. Ties. Educate, expand your own child. Go places. Who but you can fill in history and cultures and humanities, when the schools stop. Can we ever meet our human obligations to our elderly, our handicapped. Love capitalism, perhaps, but let it kick in with its exploitation of the unwary, unable, careless, after the safety net is established, not to take from anyone's dignity before.