Last Day, Part II
How I’ve spent it so far:
Blogged as though this blog were ending. Because it is. Went to the roof of Residencia Onix, top of the sixth floor, and looked at everything, slowly turning, slowly walking. Walked to the beach, put my feet in the Mediterranean and walked the length of the beach. Took pictures, took it all in. Ate my last Bo de B sandwich, wandered around Barrio Gotico and did some last-minute discovering. Found a cafe. Sat down, had orange and carrot juice and thought about the end of my four months. Bought a last chocolate from Xocoa, found a 200-year-old bookstore-slash-art gallery. Made reservations at the Textile Cafe for dinner.
I already miss it all so much it hurts.
