Still running around Barcelona all day, enjoying my walks, my occasional Cafe Con Leche in obscure dank and dark bars in Los Barrios Bajos where the clientele eyes me suspiciously but without malicious intent.
My late teenage years in this liberal city, the start of my early backpack years are all around me, coming back to me in my dreams Recuerdos, Recuerdos from days past...
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