I left on Tuesday for Spain, by way of London. And now, here I am, in a room fitted like a Tetris puzzle and a bed straight out of a sci-fi novel.
I was worried the entire day leading up to my flight. And now, here I am, finding so much to look at.
I go to Sevilla tomorrow. But now, I am here, at a juncture between familiar and foreign.
Today was easy enough. Tomorrow, I test my Spanish!
But first, I need sleep. I've had about 7-8 hours since Sunday morning.
Weather: Cool, crisp. Reminds me of a fall day in New Haven.
Eats: Awful, almost inedible Japanese food at Victoria station. I knew better but was too tired to wander outside the station. The irony is that I could have purchased better quality, cheaper food from this little hovel I am occupying.
Spy: Men's suits - I cannot stop staring at them. I love menswear. I also spy women's trenchcoats, scarves, and boots.
Sense: Outwardly conservative like San Francisco, but with more style, like New York.
Things people have said to/called me: Darling, love, nee-how (that one was a given)