One of the worst things of spending the summer in a great city is… I don’t know because I hate the beach! Today we were eating in a sidewalk café –as always since this particular laws about smoking- and we were thinking about how this country has changed in just a few years. Yes, I’m a little bit old but I’m just 36 and I always use a suit because a horseman must be always wearing a suit. Speaking about this, I love hats and scarfs and even I use too… (don’t tell this to anybody, it’s a secret)…. I usually wear a Spanish cape in the winter and, because of it, I hear the name of the count Dracula more times than I would like to –and, believe me, I don’t look like him at all-. But well, maybe I like it or maybe I wish to live in another century, going to the opera first and taking tea before, like in Edith Wharton’s The Age of Innocence –I really love this great novel-.
Things have changed here, in Tokyo, Bangladesh and every point of the map you can imagine. Here in Spain, you could take a drink for a normal price and currently you need to make a bank robbery to take a decent malt whisky. Years, ago it wasn’t good to ignore the rules of the horsemen and now you must dissimulate to avoid the mugging. What’s wrong with people? When we come home with Jack we need to pay attention to avoid (again) that one bicycle kills my doggy. Here, bicycles are a true danger and cyclists are strong guys that can pick you with just one hand and a horseman must be quiet and change his side of the street because, of course, this world is not prepared for horsemen. Yes, I know I need to burn all my clothes and buy a peaked cap and something like a tracksuit (aghhhh).
Other things I need to change are my habits. No more pipe smoking! In the novel I mentioned, it was elegant to smoke a cigar but now everything that was elegant is now part of the forgotten world of our ancestors. No, I must stop listening to Puccini and, with my new peaked cap in my head, I must begin to listen to modern music (sorry, I haven’t begun yet)… and I need to begin practicing some sport and becoming a marathon man and… uf, I’m tired (because of smoking? Nah, I don’t think so.).
Yes, I would like to live in the period of Miss. Wharton and don’t put up with this cyclists but these are not my times and this is not a world designed for me. We were thinking of going to Paris for a couple of years but, maybe (and I won’t tell it to Isabel) Paris will be change too and maybe it won’t be the city I knew. I think we will take the risk but I would like to see myself like a contender to horseman in a past century.
I think I’m getting old and I miss some traditional things. Maybe I won’t be able to adapt to this changing world and, when I was adapted, I will need to adapt again because all things will be changing again and again. Is it getting old? Yes, I know it is but we need to keep on moving or we will die. I’m not happy with this and I’m not happy with something in Occident and I don’t know still what is exactly.
We are not in the evening and, as I used to say, the night is young! I think that when I had my great glass of whisky –Jack Daniel’s of course- and several pipes to choose I will have happier feelings about this world. After all, some good things never changes J.
Cheers for all and have a very good day, dear Yareah readers.