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Escape, With Love

To the one who always asks, “Why do you love me so much?”

Let me tell you something before I answer your question.

I was 23 then, living in a faraway town that’s difficult to be traced in the conventional map of India. 627 more words


Barcelona Day 5, Part 1: Queen of Spain or International Hat Thief?

After four nights in our hotel, I finally was able to remember which switch on the wall next to my bed corresponded to the bedside lamp and which controlled the room’s main lights. 787 more words

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Barcelona (and Beyond) Day 4: Plan 'B' is for Beach

I never set out to start collecting Ferris wheels. In fact, I’d lived in Chicago for eight years before I got around to riding the (old) one at Navy Pier. 656 more words

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I'm Not Sure How This Happens

Not my circus and

Not my monkeys, yet somehow

Often, my problems

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Barcelona Day 3: Montserrat (and more Super Meerkat)

We had a tour booked for Sunday, so there was no sleeping for 11 hours that night. I awoke after having dreamed of getting a sunburn, so I slathered on sunscreen despite the heavy cloud cover. 708 more words

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Barcelona Day 2, Part 1: Gettin' Churchy With It (Also, Super Meerkat!)

I had briefly toyed with the idea of setting an alarm for Saturday morning so Rachel and I could get a (relatively) early start and make the most of the day, but I decided against it— we probably needed to catch up on sleep to feel our best. 1,267 more words

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Barcelona Day 1: Jet-lagged and Jumpy but Jovial

Neither Rachel nor I had managed to sleep more than an hour or so on the 8-ish hour flight, so by the time we arrived in Barcelona on Friday morning, we were somewhat bleary-eyed and dazed but excited. 703 more words

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