Dancing Eggs

Doug's nephew Marty joined us last night. He was studying in Budapest, Hungary this spring and is now on his way back home to Indianapolis. Marty is Colleen and Ron's son. Today we walked the area of the Eixample where there are some more funky buildings by Modernisme architects. These guys who designed the buildings had some kind of fun or were some kind of crazy -- or both. In any case, the buildings were fun to see. Between the sites, we stopped for coffee and then for lunch, and we had a good time catching up with Marty and his time in Europe. In addition to studying, he traveled a lot, north to Estonia and Finland, east to Istanbul, around parts of Austria and the Czech Republic, Hungary, Greece, Romania, and Amsterdam. He is ending the trip with northern Italy, southern France, and now with us in Barcelona.

Today is Corpus Christi, a big celebration that comes about 60 days after Easter. One of the things that they do on Corpus Christi is this dancing egg thing. Everything we found about it says that the eggs are carefully drained and the holes are plugged, then it will dance and spin on the top of a fountain of water. Marty is quite skeptical, certain that there is some trick to it. The fountain itself was beautifully decorated with lots flowers and everyone gathered to watch the eggs dance on the water.

I'm sad to hear that Uncle Ellis (my mother's brother) is not doing well. He's 94 and lived a long and good life. Still it is hard to think of the world without him. He's been a good storyteller in the last years and I have enjoyed hearing about his years in Civilian Public Service and working at the Case store and more. He's a special uncle. I wish his family peace in these days.