did I fall off a cliff?

Mallorca_sketchy_road2No, I did not fall off a cliff. But thanks for asking. Actually none of you asked. But I’ll just pretend so nobody feels guilty.

I am coming towards the end of some globetrotting. I made it to the island of Mallorca, off the coast of Spain. It’s a great place to be if you’re an older German couple. It’s quite beautiful, but alas, I am not an older German couple. I wandered the alleys of the old city in Barcelona where I was followed by an older drunken Spanish man who spoke no English and seemed to enjoy my ability to speak broken Spanish only in the present tense. He made me hold his beer can while he peed in a street corner. I’m just about to head back to NYC to stand in the shadows of towering structures and worry who is out to mug me, or whose urine I may be standing in. Ahhh travel! I love it…

2 Responses to “did I fall off a cliff?”

  1. Courtney Says:

    I actually *was* going to scold you for not posting, (Note the feeling of contempt rather than concern… sorry) but then I thought I’d be nice and give you a few more days.
    Whew, you narrowly escaped a scolding, my friend.

  2. Natasha Says:

    I miss standing in urine! Say hello to it for me!

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