Barcelona: day dos

I ran the longest distance of my life - 6 km! I ran pretty slow, comparing myself to other runners on the route (wrong!!!), but that's what makes me think of myself as a very-strong-woman who can-do-anything and doesnt-need-anyones-help. Also wrong. Everyone needs people. Everyone needs to be greeted by the nice abuelita next door. Everyone needs a cashier outside your house who will ask what you made with that artichoke. Everyone needs to be seen and make connections.

^{let the emotions out}

I do like to be invisible though. It's a very lonely experience, but at the end what isn't? Living is beautiful and sometimes lucky people get to share their time with their special one. Am I lucky?