I've driven, flown, flown, driven, hoteled, driven, hoteled, driven, metroed, walked, and finally unpacked. After a night in LA, two in Madrid, and one in Toledo, I arrived in Barcelona. I'm settled, though the experience has, at times, been unsettling. I've been here for two days now, and I'm just barely beginning to peel back the layers of Barcelona, to explore and discover.
Today after class I ran through the grid of streets, through parks and past public sculptures, to finally see the coast. On the beach, I took off my shoes and socks and walked over grainy sand to the edge of the sea where the Mediterranean laps against the Spanish coast. I let the water rush over the tops of my feet and felt the brisk chill of the January sea. Then I ran, on busy sidewalks and over curving crosswalks, back to my stone apartment building just as the the sun kissed me goodnight before fading behind the bold hills and spired skyline of Montjuic.
Settled, unsettled.
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