Sidewalks in Spain are too narrow for a single truth
I walk. Not because I’m in a hurry — that’s rarely a factor here. After ten metres it happens: sidewalks in Spain remind me that walking is not a given. A terrace chair on the left. A scooter on the right. In between: me, a shopping bag, and a decision with no proper name. I choose the least ridiculous option: the chair. The chair doesn’t move. The scooter doesn’t bend. […]