When I arrived in Barcelona, I was greeted by an almighty twilight thunderstorm.
I had forgotten how very loud you were - from the deafening roar of the weather, to the calls and cries of the small night streets - a clattering din in the dark.
I gave up trying to sleep and, peeling myself from the bed, took to the city, falling quietly into a step at once as familiar as it was strange.
Warm lights-lit glared golden in the windows of shops with overcast and gauzy reflections.
I need a coffee, I thought.