By mid-afternoon I was convinced today was a bust. I was tired. I’ve been tired. I didn’t want to walk around and see Barcelona. It was just a lot of people. A lot of tourists. A lot of shit. So I read. But I was too tired to really read. I had heard about a bookstore that sold used, English books. I found it, but I found it closed. Then I noticed all these people lined up on a nearby street, like they were waiting for a parade.
(Conducted in Spanish)
Old Lady: You’re not from here!
Me: What? Slower.
Old Lady: You. Are. Not. From. Here.
(Old Lady mumbles and gestures wildly to my hat — which read “Alaska” — and my camera and my apparently non-Catalan clothing.
Me: Okay, haha.
Old Lady: Where are you from?
Old Lady: Oh. (laughter)
Oh wait. Then this happened. If you don’t understand what is happening, neither did I. Welcome to being lost abroad .