Today my head came down from the clouds to view the pavement as I found myself lost and alone by the train tracks. Once I realized how far off I was from my destination, I cursed myself for walking an entire mile in the wrong direction.
It's not the first time I've been lost. I love being lost --- but there is a difference between being lost and getting lost. Today I got very lost, very scared and very lonely but I am alive and well. I don't think I have ever been more happy to arrive at school. I was thirty minutes late and very grateful to see a building I knew and familiar faces. I walked with my fellow American students after class and felt more at home than I have felt in a long time.
I was reminded today what it feels like to be in a group enduring the same adventure. I have never been anywhere like the alleyways of Barcelona, I am happy to share this experience with my peers.