Is randomness and travel always linked? Not only random acquaintances, random conversations, random smoking breaks... why are the two inseparably linked? After running on tension and caffeine to finish moving my entire house in one day, trying unsuccessfully to return books to professors, I have a conversation with one James at the gas station. Supposedly, at one point in his life he was homeless--the kid is 25 years old.
Anyway... I´m leaving tomorrow morning and arrive the 14th at 8:55 am to Barcelona.
Hasta pronto!
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