I find it hard to believe that I am sitting by the ocean in Barcelona and having a cup of tea. The sun is blazing and it makes the cold much more bearable, especially with the sea breeze.
Watching fishermen cast out their lines. We had a long night’s drive and I was pretty exhausted. We arrived at 7:30 am to darkness and damp and cold and rain. By the time we reached Jaume 1, it was daylight. Bought two 5 euro umbrellas from a Bangladeshi man, and were followed down the street by a hairy dude with a soul patch. Had trouble finding a hostel, but our third try was lucky at the Pension Lourdes.
Now, I am sitting by the sea with C., feeling the sun on my face, watching the light glint blinding on waves. The burn from two straight days of transatlantic and cross-country travel is gone. Vanished with one glimpse of the sea. All there is is the endlessness and the soft roll of the ocean grinding water against sand.