I’m in Madrid with my parents, doing all the awesome museums and eating delicious food and planning my other trips in the evenings. It’s a bit rough hearing my dad listening to the news about the Ukrainian bombings twice a day and discussing it a we walk around, but otherwise we’re in good spirits. Today is some Spanish celebration and the show of military planes above the city was a bit unsettling in this context. Damn I missed traveling! Feeling excited about Detroit and Mexico next. I forgot how much I enjoyed planning and working some magic. Still get bouts of sadness and loneliness from the breakup, drunk texted half my friends yesterday evening to make more plans that will keep me busy. I know it’s partly just coping, but I’m happy to see my friends are there for me in those moments :)