Tickets

I have had hundreds of underground tickets from Barcelona, to which I never paid any attention. They were just pieces of paper being accumulated in my wallet and which regularly were thrown to the bin. No meaning after their utility was gone. But this ticket can also become a little container of nostalgia. When you have been months far from home and you open and old book and find a ticket, in catalan, bought at the end of 2005...damn, lots of things come to your mind, small goosebumps run along your back and you can see your daily life in Barcelona in front of you.

I will return to the routine and inertia of BCN, but not yet, the time to go back is still far, there are still many things to do, many ports to visit and many perfumes to discover in the wild islands of my trip to Ithaca.