There is a big chunk of my heart that lives in Barcelona. A big, big chunk. Three hours here and I am again feeling the ease of being alone, of finding a plaza to sit and eat 1€ chorizo and .35€ crusty baguette and soak in all the style around me - globs, globs, globs of it. Even the pigeons have style. There is a sign up at my hostel that says they want someone to work in exchange for a bed - I am thinking about it.

Tomorrow maybe I try to upload my photos. Then again, maybe not.