When I think about how impulsive just upping sticks and moving to Barcelona is, I laugh at myself. Do I not know myself well enough yet, this is what I do. Suddenly setting my mind to something then crazily following it though. The hungover haze of Thursday evening was super surreal... I live in Spain now. On Friday evening as I sipped a cocktail in a rooftop bar staring over at the German stranger before me I just couldn't believe I was here. That first evening of cocktails, laugher and nerves was probably the best way to baptise myself into this new life. Alex a 31 year old I met online offered to show me around the city, I didn't know the streets, the language, the rules. After a few drinks I was spun in a
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