My story continues… now.
Arriving at the unfortunately named Barcelona El Prat
airport, I encounter my first bit of Spanish efficiency as I board the train to
town. The train pulls out, slows down, then stops. For ages. Eventually it
starts to move, slowly. Then stops. For ages.
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And so, I’m back in Barcelona.
It’s been a mad few months since the end of the Big Trip,
during which my outlook on life totally changed, along with my plans for the
future. After the emotionally draining but vital week I spent here in October,
I got a lot of things straight in my head, and made a lot of Big Decisions.
Yes, I was going to get a tattoo.
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