Two stops since my last writing; one, Madrid, another city but the sun was nice; two, Barcelona, where my feet carried me to the waters of the Mediterranean and for the first time, I was baptized in the vast dream come to reality.
Two stops since my last writing; one, Madrid, another city but the sun was nice; two, Barcelona, where my feet carried me to the waters of the Mediterranean and for the first time, I was baptized in the vast dream come to reality.