What is so wrong with sitting in a cafe on one's own, with a glass of wine and a man with half a face sat next to you?
In Pamplona, where the city streets are bare on the afternoon of a winter's Saturday, I am waiting for the Ear and I am curious why in Spain people gaze at me with a mixture of wonder and amused disgust. What, with my hair and alabaster skin (through which you can see my blue blood), I am immediately identifiable as a 'giddy'. Only worse. A giddy with a book and with a pen.
Possibly this is a crime here.
I am a guilty giddy who doesn't mind my own company. In fact, I am probably growing too used to it.
Me, myself and I. (Plus laptop, book or brightly coloured fineliner)
When my job finishes in May this will officially have been 9 months of utter idleness as a result of following love, to no avail.
A woman must learn to live on her own at least once, even if she doesn't like it.
LESSON LEARNED.
In Pamplona, where the city streets are bare on the afternoon of a winter's Saturday, I am waiting for the Ear and I am curious why in Spain people gaze at me with a mixture of wonder and amused disgust. What, with my hair and alabaster skin (through which you can see my blue blood), I am immediately identifiable as a 'giddy'. Only worse. A giddy with a book and with a pen.
Possibly this is a crime here.
I am a guilty giddy who doesn't mind my own company. In fact, I am probably growing too used to it.
Me, myself and I. (Plus laptop, book or brightly coloured fineliner)
When my job finishes in May this will officially have been 9 months of utter idleness as a result of following love, to no avail.
A woman must learn to live on her own at least once, even if she doesn't like it.
LESSON LEARNED.
