lost.

peering out the window and knocking furiously in a futile attempt to signal to a friend that i didn't make it off the train in time, i speed past him, and our luggage, into the blackness of the tunnel. listening to the echoing clackety-clack of the tracks and trying to collect myself, i instantly begin thinking up methods of returning to the previous station. telling myself i shouldn't have re-boarded the train to double check if we left any belongings behind, i remind myself to stay calm and stand at the door doing the only thing i could do - wait until the train reached its next stop. as the train began to slow, exiting back into fluorescent daylight, i looked out the window to behold an enormous bay of parallel tracks. crawling to a halt, the train powered down, and i knew then this was the end of the line. quickly exiting the train, i immediately look down the tracks into the black abyss from which i emerged, questing whether or not it was remotely possible to actually run down the tracks to the last station, hugging the walls or laying in the tracks to avoid any other oncoming trains. it was a crazy idea that i quickly dismissed, albeit after a stroke of serious consideration. going with the flow of the crowd, i boarded one of the escalators that lifted me into a huge room filled with people bustling about. in a city i was totally unfamiliar with, with nothing but the clothes on my back and my wallet in my pocket, this was sants estacion, and i was utterly lost...

barcelona, spain.