In the afternoon I decided to see if I could locate the Andalusia Center for Contemporary Art, which I learned on Google Maps is just across the river on the Island of Cartuja. It looked like a bit of a hike, but it turned out to be much closer than I thought — another great destination less than 15 minutes from home. It's a contemporary property developed within an old ceramics factory. A fascinating blending of buildings, old and new. Something else to explore and blog about one of these days.
As I headed across the bridge to the island, I came upon a bunch of teenagers in bathing suits running toward me. All along the island side of the river is a park with jogging and bike paths, places for picnics and sunbathing, and opportunities for swimming. A lot of kids were having a ball jumping off a modern boardwalk/pier into the river. But the gang that I saw approaching looked like they intended to jump off the bridge. Three of them did. The rest malingered, talked big, and walked back down to sit on the grass.
|CATCHING ONE DAREDEVIL MID-JUMP.|
|THIS POOR GUY WANTED TO JUMP, BUT COULD NEVER SUMMON THE NERVE.|
I have been a risk-taker for a long time — usually choosing to shake things up and embrace change while sacrificing financial security and quite often, temporarily, emotional stability. So, I have been jumping off bridges my entire life — but only figuratively. Jerry is the same way. I'm sure we'll keep jumping, but we won't be joining the kids on the bridge.
|I TRIED HARD TO CATCH THE ACTION. BUT I JUST COULDN'T KEEP UP.|
|DOWN BELOW. SWIMMERS. NOT JUMPERS.|
|AFTER HIS THIRD JUMP, HE CALLED TO HIS FRIEND WHO CONTINUOUSLY HESITATED,|
"NO, I ALREADY TOLD YOU, THERE ARE NO FISH. THEY'RE MORE SCARED THAN YOU ARE."
|THE VIEW NORTH OF THE BRIDGE. MUNICIPAL AUDITORIUM IN BACKGROUND.|
|IT'S SEVILLA. THERE WAS BOUND TO BE SOMEONE WHO COULD WALK ON WATER.|
(HE HAD JUST JUMPED OFF THE LOW RAILING.)
I read somewhere that you don't need a parachute to skydive.
You only need a parachute to skydive twice.