Spoiler: this is the closest thing to reading my "private" diary.
May 19, 2024
Barcelona, Spain
Alone, but ILLUSIONATE
I am absolutely alone on a terrace at the airport of Barcelona, I have just left my country with many illusions, which I can summarize in wanting to live, enjoy, and discover myself...
I've had this urge for as long as I can remember. I had always felt like I needed to get out (of my house 🤓). I'm kidding, I've always wanted to get out, explore, and experience different things..... And I know there's something really nice for me waiting for me...❤️
But in the end, all I feel is absolute happiness, enthusiasm, and optimism.
Although I'm still a bit nervous because I haven't arrived at my final destination and I hope they don't give me any problems, like when I left Colombia (they made me buy a return ticket, which I clearly hadn't done). But in my imagination I am already in Himarë, being very happy.
This happens while listening to "Pesadilla" from 8 1/2, I realize how much I enjoy the daylight when it's already 7p.m, and I eat some sort of "hotdog" whose wrapper says it's "acorn ham strips". It looked like raw ground beef, but the truth is... it tastes HORRIBLE! 😬
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Soffia on the terrace // Acorn ham strips 🙃
Notes:
* I didn't know people come to the terrace to smoke. I'm going to go slyly 👀.
* I've seen a lot of handsome men, but there was one who more than earned his reign. French (I can tell by the flag on his uniform), sporty (I NOTICED 🤤), perfectly athletic body, beautiful face, big clear eyes, fair complexion, and slightly flushed cheeks. He looked somewhat unfriendly, but in the perfect spot 🤤 and the cherry on the cake, his butt stood out noticeably from his dark blue sweatshirt 🤭.
