We were quiet for a long time. It was as if they’d cut off my arm. Finally, I said, “Well, we promised each other last month up in France that we weren’t going to have any souvenirs…”
Lost in Barcelona
I was lost in Barcelona. I barely spoke Spanish. Definitely not Catalán. I had no map and no phone.
Encounter: The Rays of St. Joseph Bay
Or that’s what I’d like to think. Is that when it happens, when I feel the acuteness of presence?
