It's a Dangerous Business...

It's a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no telling where you might be swept off to.


It's A Dangerous Business from Denny Moody on Vimeo.

Music: Radical Face - Welcome Home (Reprise)

Welcome Home, Son

           There’s a band called Radical Face, and they have a song about homecoming, the act of arriving once again in that old place of familiarity, the place that now seems distant and strange. I listen to that song often here, in Barcelona; maybe because I miss home, or maybe because I’d like myself to see this place as home.

            It’s a strange feeling when a new place begins to feel more and more like home. It’s kind of like diving into a cold pool. The water rushes past you, consumes you in an icy embrace. Your skin writhes under its wintry touch. Slowly though, you grow accustomed to the new temperature, and what at first seemed hostile, now feels refreshing. Yeah, it’s sort of like diving into a cold pool.

            So I’m trying to make Barca home for the next few months. It’s not easy, but the water’s starting to feel a bit warmer, more bearable, even… refreshing.

The Sound Of Settling

          I've driven, flown, flown, driven, hoteled, driven, hoteled, driven, metroed, walked, and finally unpacked. After a night in LA, two in Madrid, and one in Toledo, I arrived in Barcelona.  I'm settled, though the experience has, at times, been unsettling. I've been here for two days now, and I'm just barely beginning to peel back the layers of Barcelona, to explore and discover.
          Today after class I ran through the grid of streets, through parks and past public sculptures, to finally see the coast. On the beach, I took off my shoes and socks and walked over grainy sand to the edge of the sea where the Mediterranean laps against the Spanish coast. I let the water rush over the tops of my feet and felt the brisk chill of the January sea. Then I ran, on busy sidewalks and over curving crosswalks, back to my stone apartment building just as the the sun kissed me goodnight before fading behind the bold hills and spired skyline of Montjuic.
          Settled, unsettled.