This city vibrates with energy. Barcelona has 1.619 people. Everyone’s seems to be going somewhere. Or does it just seem to teem with movement because of the subway that runs under my hotel? The first few nights I wondered what was the loud crashing rolling noise scraping itself across my psyche as I fretfully attempted sleep. Now I count the seconds between it’s stop and it’s departure. There are no sheep on duty here leaping fences as a sleeping aid, but a long steel ribbon of track bearing cars of travelers to their anticipated destinations.
Wild vivid dreams occupy my sleep. After seeing Gaudis unfinished masterpiece, we had a v and I and in the surreal