True to my slow to be realized word, I quit my job and found my way back to Europe. I´m sitting here in a desolate internet room at 2am in Madrid. It´s hard to believe that I´m here so easily. Just a breath ago it was empty bottles and the service industry, and today I sit satisfied with tapas, Goya and Dali. Not speaking Spanish makes things a little awkward sometimes but I stumble my way through as usual.
European architecture is ace. The food has been pretty good but hasn´t convinced me to gorge myself. The semi-decentralized city layout is a treat for wandering around. I met an american guy who is super outgoing and it´s been fun to play pool against. This first hostel has been a bit of a letdown except for meeting him. Barely anyone seems to be around despite the huge size, and the pool table is in awful disrepair; complete with crooked and damaged cues lacking any chalk.
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Travelling through sites kissed by the sun
Admiring efforts sealed with stone
Brushes wetting the canvas
Leaving you with hardened traces
Of master hands filling your mind
Exploring space undefinable
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