I now, very much by chance, find myself in Valencia. Among the travelers I realize how at home I already feel in Madrid. Finding people who are sparing no expense to pay the 12€ for a night in the hostel, the young couple getting married soon, the myriad of Spanish people taking our long holiday weekend who were able to travel despite the air traffic control strike. I do love judging the others who are writing entries on the public computers with titles like "Cold Snap" just to get the impression across that they're here long enough to capture weather.

Through all of this I'm finding a familiar nature after the drive here. Driving is such an ingrained part of my identity and just having spent several hours in a car reconfirms why that part of me is so important to myself. But all of this bullshit soul-searching really does me no comfort since I still don't understand how to relate to the opposite sex here, either. Apparently being an awkward oaf is the universal language and I excel at that.

So I left this train of thought for a few minutes and lost where it was going, so I'll just leave these first couple paragraphs for a glimpse into what's going on. Not to mention a lack of a finishing thought is much more apt at this point anyway.