I haven't abandoned Spain yet, I'm just working up to it.
Fucking fantastic weekend in San Francisco, complete with a $400 steak dinner, comped, $200 shots of whiskey, comped, and a speakeasy-style bar that required a password. Life is so much better when it's inadvertent and free.
Now, though, I get that I need to be lonely. But why am I the one who gets to be lonely and deeply, deeply ashamed? That's just blatantly unfair, and I don't deserve it. But I can't help it.