March 31st, 2011: Day 0
It seemed just like any other morning. We woke up to a bright sunny day in Barcelona. Mira was doing laundry, Fede was cleaning something as usual. Everything seemed to be as cheerful as a normal weekend, but something heavier was lingering in the air…
I was the first one to wake up. After running to the bank to withdraw some cash, I made a detour to the bakery and bought croissants for us for breakfast. It seemed funny, even though we lived together for 7 months, this was actually the first time we deliberately sat down to have breakfast together. It was quiet and laid back, with soft comments on the tastiness of the croissants. No one uttered that word, the imminent departure was like a secretly forbidden topic.
I dwindled long enough and now had to leave. Took one last look around the now empty bedroom, a deep breath, and I said, “Well girls, it’s time.”
Hugs were shared all around in front of the door. I can’t remember now what exactly were being said at that moment, but no words were needed.
Sitting in the taxi, watching the Barcelona streets pass by through the window. Unexpectedly, tears blurred my eyes. The nice taxi driver asked if I would prefer some music, and even offered me some mint candies.
Goodbye Barcelona, see you in my dreams.