Playing games with the faces

On the way home tonight I walked past the bus station. Well, one of them. I like bus stations more than anyone I know, especially estado-Spanish ones. They feel like travel, and they're usually not that gross or sketchy, and you can usually find something decent enough to eat at the cafeteria, especially if you want something breakfast-y like toast with olive oil and salt, and even if not they will at least have decent coffee and beer.

Anyway, I walked past the bus station and man did I want to go in and buy a ticket to anywhere and be looking out the window on a bus pulling out of town. Not that I want to escape from Barcelona exactly -- I like it here quite a lot and I'm not in a hurry to move away -- I just want to go on an adventure, different from the adventure that the last two months of teaching have been.

I don't know why I'm telling anyone this, but I felt so drawn to the bus station that I ate dinner in a big empy mediocre Chinese restaurant so I could watch the buses come and go. Probably a very good thing my course is almost over; I'm not actually going insane or anything, but I do feel like I'm getting pretty weird.