I awoke from the kind of deep sleep in which you dream of many things, losing all sense of time and place. It was dawn and I was in a small room at an inn in Portbou, Spain.
It was Monday now and the next train into France would leave at 9:30am.
[to be continued... maybe]
Friday, July 17, 2009
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