It’s my forty-fifth day in Spain, one week after the end of an intense film shoot up in the north. Now I’m in Madrid, without a plan, holed up in an apartment on my own for the next few days.
I took a midnight walk because it’s Saturday night and I didn’t want to be stay in, on the prowl for something I knew I wouldn’t find.
And soon it hit me. All these hours on my own, guiltily wishing I weren’t (“You’re a ‘solo traveler,’ dammit, this is your element!”)… But I don’t feel any more alone here than I do in my own hometown.
And here, something I can no longer find at home: the promise that, if I stick around long enough, and endure all the doubt, I will find what I’m looking for.
After a good deal of aimless wandering, I settled on this spot, where a harpist on the street was playing a quiet rendition of “Hallelujah.”
Here, at the very least, on clear summer nights like this, I can walk alone, far and fearless, and stumble onto something beautiful.
Here, 9pm is 5pm, midnight is 8pm, and summer in Spain makes for an endless playground.
Still on Our own :(
14./ to 15./ The city that doesn’t sleep, except during Siesta o’clock
Finding the corner
Pablo Iglesias is the leader of a new political partie at Spain: Podemos. Last saturday he was staring at his supporters after his political rally. http://eseldisparador.blogspot.com.es/2015/01/pablo-podemos.html
The sadness of Mickey at Puerta del Sol Square in Madrid. http://eseldisparador.blogspot.com.es/2014/12/micky-solitario-en-navidad.html
Staring at the bus. Desde la soledad de la parada del bus hay quien mira a la muchedumbre con extrañeza. http://eseldisparador.blogspot.com.es/2014/12/la-mirada-ajena.html
They are demonstrators and friends of Excalibur, the dog that belongs to the spanish girl with ebola disease. http://eseldisparador.blogspot.com.es/2014/10/concentracion-pro-excalibur-el-perro.html