Barcelona
- Guy next to me in the bus barely gets to the bus, begs the bus driver to drive a few meters back by knocking on the window
- Guy tries to steal the suitcase in Barcelona
- Power cuts out in my Starbucks. I quickly look up, to the sotre window across the road. They still have light. Good, so not another apagon. For some reason, the Starbucks WiFi is still on, perchance it is connected to the same circuit that is now powering the emergency lighting. I try to get in as much work as possible before my laptop dies.
Returning to Valencia. The hot and moist air strikes me as I exit the train. As I exit the train station, I realize: the feeling of home the city had procured me on my last visit… probably is no longer as visceral. In fact, I realize that Valencia is never going to be my home. Not because there is anything about Valencia per se, but rather because no place I will ever live will be home to me. I realize now that what I had experienced on my last visit was coming home to myself in some way I had never before experienced.