Sunday Night Train to Barcelona

I woke up at 8, took a shower, ate breakfast and packed up my stuff.

Fernando, Mariana and I walked around the Albycin. I felt somewhat powerless, needing to always be people in narrow european streets and neighborhoods (that have warnings), but it is nice to walk with friends. I will especially miss Marianna, wearing her cool clothes as she smokes her ciggarette and drinks her matte.

With my bag and purse, I also have a bag of scarves (didn`t get to the post office yesterday) and a large sack of groceries. And my bottle of olive oil. And a bottle of white wine. I will look lovely walking to the train station.

I`ve been flushed for two days now and I wish I knew why so I could stop avoiding things like icecream cones, chocolate and wine. Either it`s because I am a girl (I love how I still get perplexed every month. Why am I in pain? Why am I craving sweet and salt so much? Why do I feel all strange? Oh yeah...) or I`ve gotten too much sun or my body likes how much tea and vegetables I`ve been eating so that makes my face flushed with a healthy glow. I`ll know in a few days, until then I`ll just have to sort of behave.

Last night I had (fresh) artichokes, vegetable lasanga, lettuce and apple salad, and spicy gazpacho (which made me happy because I have now done everything on my list for granada. 1. see the alhambra 2. see flamenCO 3. Walk around the albycin 4. Have a spanish dish. (gazpacho was high on the list) That`s a big list for 6 days. and I completed it.