In the Parc de la Barceloneta, we sat beneath trees sipping cold drinks and watching the people pass.
“How many men have you had to forget?
One woman was saying to this man who held her hand, "The first time I saw you, I hated your guts instantly. Just hated your face, hated your voice, hated your nose. I never had such an intense reaction."
“You could have killed yourself?” -Pepa
Another woman was pondering aloud if jellyfish had souls...
“I didn’t know where to go. I couldn’t face my folks. It’s bad enough that I became a model.” -Candela
Still another woman was smoking and talking about her shoes, how the cost in Europe was so expensive and no one appreciates how much her shoes cost back home, and how personal she takes that. Why can't more people recognize her sacrifice in footwear.
Then this woman came to our table and warned us about gypsies. How we always had to be on guard. They'd work in teams, distract you with one, steal you blind with another. Pick a pocket. Swipe a camera. Watch out, the gypsies were trash. I sat and watched and listened to all these women, sipped my drink, and watched some more.