1st December 2006


Gorgeous, Gaudy Antoni Gaudi

Jet-lagged, smelly and tired, the chaos of an airport is as jarring as a stick shoved up my nose. I jumped into a taxi with 3 other German women (whom I obviously don’t know and who obviously half-think that I’m up to no good), praying that we were headed in the same direction. Apparently such boldness is still unheard of and they thought me strange, mildly speaking. The moment of communal distrust and anger came when the driver conveniently forgot to add the 12 Euro surcharge that comes when one hails the cab from the airport. I found myself thanking God that I was working and would not feel so much...