They stroll, I bump: the art of wandering in Spain
It started with an elbow to the ribs. Not mine. I was innocently walking down a narrow street in Dénia, thinking I had just enough space to pass someone. But the people in front of me weren’t moving. We’re in Spain, so they’re strolling. In waves. No straight line, no rhythm, no clear tempo. When I tried to move left, a lady in a polyester floral dress swung her arm […]
