A first pass through Europe
I spent the last 24 hours of my trip in Stockholm. As with literally every stop on my trip, I told myself I’d take it a little easy, then proceeded to not.
That’s the word I’ll associate with Barcelona. Dream. Sueña. Where else do the sand, the days, and your worries slip the same way through your fingers?
On my first night, disoriented as always in a new setting, I stumbled around downtown and happened across a…