The two pending payments I'm waiting on will very likely be deposited this week. My gear (physical and digital) is almost ready. The sage has declared Ite Inflammate Omnia. I see everything falling into place in order to walk again. God willing, I will restart my walk early next week.
My mind only thinks about the walk. Very little else is interesting for me to report to the reader. Yesterday I went to a nightclub by myself. I had a long afternoon siesta and knew I wouldn't be sleepy until late at night. I thought "why not, I'm in Barcelona". I danced well enough, alone. The place was packed with a younger crowd. Two attractive young women asked me if I was a dancer for rapper _. I said no. They told me I looked exactly like the dancer whom they had seen last weekend. I said "no, I'm only here because I want to dance". They left disappointed. I was not the person they expected me to be.
But afterwards I was standing near the dance floor, a different attractive girl with her friend passed by. As she made way she touched my arm and lingered a little too long, then she turned to look at me and—this happened in my mind, perhaps not in reality—she saw that I was an older gentleman and continued her way towards a group of three young lads. The ladies spoke something and they were promptly welcomed into the group. Soon enough, one of these guys was back with drinks for the young ladies.
Aha! I was not the person they expected me to be.