I don't have more pictures from my never-ending holidays. After too many places and too many beds I got home in Sevilla and my neighbor was hanging clothes in a very beautiful way.
October 26, 2013
October 13, 2013
Holding hands (not in the dark)
On the plane from Reykjavík to Madrid some Korean girl talked to me in Esperanto because I had an Esperanto congress tote bag. And the people sitting next to me were watching a program I was in four years ago on their iPad. "Is this you?" - she asked. We spent the rest of the flight talking about Iceland.
Once in Madrid I ate cookies on the metro, went to meet a good friend, slept, walked forever, unexpectedly bumped into an old friend with horses on his T-shirt. And in a perfect summer evening I asked Ramona from Nite Jewel if I could get her picture holding my hand. It was a great great concert, and she was the sweetest girl. I'm sure we could have been friends.