As a payment of sorts, in exchange for the many unforgettable experiences, I decided to leave a small gift in various locations along the way. I, in this case refers not to the sensible, caring-for-her-things me, but the frivolous, fun-loving and 'oh it doesn't really matter' me.
In Barcelona – My wing from my necklace is somewhere in Gracia (which if you are wondering is the more alternative suburb ). My wing is one of the cool kids for sure. My ipod complete with a few thousands songs eager to join me on my travels is either with a little thief from the hostel or some nimble-fingered cat from the city. My new black jacket from Barcelona is still somewhere in Barcelona. And a shawl, red and embroidered and oh-so-lovely…gone...also in Barcelona.
In Valencia – my shampoo… dreads here I come. Also, not lost but shrunk to the size of dolls clothes, was my woolen black dress. The shrunken dress was so funny however that I shipped it home for the memories.
In Alicante – my facewash… why did I insist on buying the good stuff?
In Cadiz – my green silk scarf purchased the day before from Granada, my fabric dragonfly brooch which I made myself, and maybe also a necklace. I can't be too sure though.
In Tarifa – my burgundy tie-dye metalicus wrap. This loss was rather disappointing as it could be layered very well for much needed extra warmth.
In Torremolinos – I gladly said goodbye to the baby blanket I had been carrying around for almost five weeks and a pair of stockings and, rather stupidly, also decided to leave my travel pillow?
In Lisbon – my phone. Uh oh, now it's the big stuff. But wait, so sure I was that it had slipped down behind a locker I emailed twice and it is found and on its way back to Australia.
In Paris and Berlin – nothing to report so far, however I fear it is the end of days for my leather boots; devastated.
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