The subway doors slid closed too fast. There was nothing I could do but stare at the three Americans inside the metro car and wave as they slid away, slowly at first, then faster down a tunnel beneath the streets of Barcelona, Spain. So much for that great hostel they promised, or more importantly, the … Continue reading May 23, 1998
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