I was lost in Barcelona. I barely spoke Spanish. Definitely not Catalán. I had no map and no phone.
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…”
He moved swiftly, efficiently. Walking Man never said a word except “Hello” each time he passed, or each time I passed him as he sat drinking coffee at a café.