Barcelona is too luscious to waste any more time inside. I have had my lazy breakfast, a skype with clinton, lolled in my lovely corner bed set up for me in the house, and now I should take advantage of my last spanish day. An early morning in tune with traveling tomorrow, sicily, hello. perhaps it is the harvest on the farm, but I am not sure.
Barecelona,
eating french cheese and playing video games with other couch surfers, walks down the ramblas, a lovely afternoon in park güell, laying and writing in corners and taking the wrong metro many times. more friends that are staying in touch from paris, from puebla, from sevilla, and I am gathering them in, eggs in my basket, leaving out no one. Staring at the gothic buildings, the sagrada familia. walking through a square named for orwell, music on the streets and words from all over the world surfing the air.
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