Weapon of self destruction

Fear

            is to go where you don’t want to go

is to be where you don’t want to be

is to say what you don’t want to say

is to do what you don’t want to do

Fear

            is a weapon of self destruction

(Just a picture from my archives, taken on a late scary summer night many years ago, I think)

Satan's coffee

During the summer vacation, we happened to visit Satan's Coffee Corner. It's true, it really exists, and even has four stars on TripAdvisor.

I liked the atmosphere, and the smell of burning souls, or maybe it was Spanish coffee. Unfortunately, we came in 5 minutes before closing time. So, I ordered a double espresso to go. The coffee was excellent, with sweet smell and strong and bitter taste. Satan knows how to make coffee.

Before we left, I took a picture with my cell phone. I don't know who the girls in the picture are. I don't know if they were tourists or locals. They were just sitting there on a bench waiting for something. Maybe they were waiting in line to go to Hell, or maybe they were just waiting for their coffee.

Who knows. Maybe I should try to join them >:)

Question of the Month: What's your favorite beach?

The question of the month for August from Michael G D'Agostino at A Life Examined was, simply:

"What's your favorite beach?"

I'm somewhat late for this one, since I was on vacation, on the beach. Actually, most of my vacation I was other places, in th mountains for instance, but at least some of the time I spent on the beach.

Living in Winterland, I'm not much of a beach guy. I spend a lot more time in the snow, which serves the same purpose; recreation. So, I can't really say that I have a favorite beach. Any beach is good for me. It's more important that I have something to read. My favorite book to bring to the beach is The Gambler by Dostoyevsky.

This year, by the way, I noticed that topless sun bating is coming back, at least in Catalonia. That's nice, in particular if I have forgotten to bring a good book >:)

(Picture from my archives, taken a couple of years ago. Sometimes the snow looks like a beach, kind of)