The thing I love the most about this place is its age. It's old in a way you can feel in your bones as you walk down the streets.  The old plaza near LaSeu Cathedral has been my favorite place so far, where the streets between homes are like winding little secrets and each step you take resonates against the cobblestones. I still haven't been able to regulate my sleep schedule, so hopefully today I can do that so I can explore more of this amazing place.

So tomorrow I leave to fly to Spain.

The longest I have ever been on an airplane is six hours, which makes me want to tear my hair out. This flight is eight and a half hours, which makes me feel a little nervous. Of course, after the plane ride is over, I'll be here.



I've never wished more deeply that I was a photographer. I'll take pictures, but this seems to me like a place that I won't be able to truly capture without the talent of the photographer's eye. I can write about it, which is something. This place has existed since 123 BC. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. This makes New Orleans seem an infant by comparison. I can't begin to imagine how rich with human past this place will feel.

After Friday, we leave Palma and fly to Madrid. Sadly, I did not know the Puerta de Alcalá was in Madrid, as I've only seen it in movies and in a video game. I hope we will have time to go see it.



Finally at thirty, I'm leaving the country for the first time. I can't wait.