Saturday, May 31, 2008

Waking up

Waking up in the morning is a very particular experience, depending upon where you are.

Waking up in the morning in San Francisco is a quiet, gray, soft experience. The fog blankets the streets and muffles the noises of the neighborhood. The light is filtered through the soft gray clouds. The slate-colored sea is off in the distance. Bed is warm, and hardwood floors are cold. Hot mush and hotter coffee for breakfast suit the mood perfectly.

Waking up in Sevilla is a much more lively experience. The city sounds can be heard distinctly in the brightness of the early morning sunlight. The knife sharpener may be doing rounds on the street, blowing his whistle, accompanied by vespas whining, lottery ticket people calling out for sales, and tourists dragging suitcases along cobblestone streets.

And of course there is nothing like a savory slice of ham on toast with a drizzle of olive oil to make you feel as vital as the city that is moving about you.

1 comment:

Krysta said...

Mmm.... ham and olive oil on toast, that is the perfect breakfast! but waking up in San Fransisco isn't too bad either.