"Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe." ~Anatole France
In an unexpected turn of events which I shall go into with my trademark long-windedness at a later date; I am in Madrid. As in Spain. As in I up and flew across the Atlantic and have been here for one week already with two more semanas to go. I have never known this type of freedom and it’s exhilarating. I’ve been sharing photos each day on Instagram and here is a little something I penned while sitting down to some patatas braves and a glass of Rioja. The latter is cheaper than water. These are my people:
October 6, 2014: What I find most alarming right now is that while I love - I mean LOVE - being alone, I would rather have someone else here in Madrid with me. I think that Heather and I could have a good time for like five days. Which, I think, is a ringing endorsement of how I feel about her as a person. It’s weird to be in a city such as this where togetherness seems to be paramount. Everywhere I see large groups of friend, women and men walking arm-in-arm down the street. It’s actually the type of intimacy I enjoy if only for a few days a month. And then there is me. Alone. Don’t get me wrong, I am enjoying time here immensely but I want to share at least a few bits of this experience with another.