Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Seems it takes remarkably little to make me happy

I went into BCN today to do some chatting shopping (quite successfully) and missed my bus by about 45 seconds, which one might think would be profoundly irritating, but it wasn't.

Know why?

Cause it was a beautiful warm sunny day in a beautiful city, I had a nice cafe to go to for a delicious coffee and croissant (though the ones in Paris are better, they certainly aren't as inexpensive for the slightly better quality) and I had a really good book.

A little slice of heaven.

I sat around, drank my coffee, ate my croissant, paid up (2€) and went out to catch the next bus.

When you see the driver with the back of the bus open, and half a fan belt in his hand, it's probably a bad sign, but know what?  It was still a beautiful day, I had just had some really good food, I had an alternative for getting home and I still had the good book.

Sometimes, life is so sweet.


Beth said...

It’s a gift to be able to find happiness in the little things – a good book, a cup of tea, talking with friends, finding some “alone” time amidst the frantic pace. Not only do you possess this gift, you also possess an eye for beauty – you’re doubly blessed!

Merry Christmas to you and yours!

J.G. said...

Sounds like a happy accident to me! Good for you to turn it into a plus instead of a frustrating minus.

Anonymous said...

I don't remember when was the last time I saw coffee+croissant for only 2€... Anyways it'll be fun when the man asks how your day was, and you answer "great, I missed my bus, it was delightful" :D

oreneta said...

It was a lovely day. Today was utterly beautiful too.

Quin dia més maca!

Hard to translate, directly it would be 'which day more beautiful!' But really, 'what a beautiful day!'

And it was.

The Bodhi Chicklet said...

It sounds sweet there!

oreneta said...

'tis mostly!