I remember the feeling I had waking up in Barcelona. The feeling that I was in the right place at the right time. I remember the smell of the city, the sun coming through the shutters. I remember being excited every single morning for something. A night out with friends, a new bar to try out, Thaï food, going to the museum. Or just the sun. God I miss the sun. I miss these warm summer nights spent on the beach, when you know from the beginning that you will end up skinny dipping. The sangria that you try to keep cool by putting it into the sea. The crisps full of sand. But whatever, you eat them anyway. You are with the best people in the world right now, your people, so who cares if the crisps are a bit crispier than normal. I remember the Burger King on the way back home, talking to strangers, making new friends to hang out with the next day. Those were the best times.