I´m not sure what it is about this country, but I find myself willingly dreaming away the hours and even taking naps. Crazy. I spent last night in the small town of Tarragona, mostly interesting for their surviving Roman ruins. The hostel I went to originally seemed quite expensive, until I got to the room and discovered it was a single room with an ensuite bathroom. I was quite excited and after going down to the beach to swim in the Mediterranean Sea, I took an extra long shower. Showering in communal baths is fine, but doesn´t tend to lend itself towards luxury.
Most of the day was spent wandering aimlessly about the small and moderately charming town, sleeping, writing, or daydreaming. It was a good day.
Today I have returned to Barcelona in order to see the Picasso Museum, which I was too lazy to see earlier in the week and then I´m taking a night train to Madrid. I plan to visit Seville as well, but time is ticking on and I doubt that I´ll be able to visit Granada or any of the other Spanish towns I was considering. This time crunch is due to my desire to visit a friend in Germany before meeting my family in Amsterdam next Monday. My schedule is getting unusually full, since it looks like I´ll be meeting up with another friend between Amsterdam and Germany. I might either go to Ireland to meet him or he might come to the continent, we shall see...
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