Last night I spoke to Carlos in the dark. I brought up the time – all the way back in 2015 – when we cuddled together in the upstairs room of Village…
Author: S Kavanagh
DAY 2. Language anguish & Calamari grease
The wispy remains of a dream was the only proof I slept at all last night. Carlos and I were sharing a bed. A single bed. I reckon he slept worse than I did…
DAY 1. Reunion in Madrid
Arriving at the Royal Palace of Madrid, a feeling of blissful accomplishment took hold of me. Finally, one of my whims that actually worked. (So far at least). This trip wasn’t supposed…
