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In my travel plan, that one I made in June and almost immediately abandoned, I had thought to return to Spain after three months in South America. I wanted to spend some time there. At least a month, hopefully three, longer if that damned visa didn't exist. I first went to Spain in 2011, a month into what turned into my 15-month, or three year, depending on how you look at it, 'round the world trip. Spain was a turning point. ...

I'm sick. It started as a cold all the way back in Paris. And then I spent my first two days in Sevilla in bed blowing my nose. And then, about half way into Granada I developed a cough. Sure, I'd been coughing here and there the whole time, but this was different. It was persistent and from the chest and mucasy and awful. ...

I've grown to like walking tours. It's a good way to get your bearings in a new city. And it's a good way to find out little tidbits of information you might not otherwise get. And it's a good way to meet new people who might just want to stop for lunch afterwards… Even if your tour needs to take a detour because you aren't allowed to walk by the Pope's house… ...