So there I was, together with a group of about twenty people, one rainy day in April, strolling along the streets of Madrid. We settled on the palace garden, as our guide wraps up his tour when suddenly, a drunken old man approached us.
Read MoreIf I were to build my own house, I’d always think about Salvador Dali’s place in Cadaqués, Spain - a Catalan town bordering France. It was so dreamy, sitting in a tranquil riverside.
Read MoreMi casa es tu casa, as you said. But instead, I am here, sitting alone, waiting for the driver to come pick me up and drop me off the hostel where I would be sharing a room with four other strangers.
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