It has been a long time since anyone told me to "get lost" in other words go away and leave others alone. When I was a child, my mother would periodically tell me to get lost, I would go for a long walk around the farm, or explore the old barns, or pop-into visit my grandmother and great-grandmother.
I got lost in Barcelona, in a different way. This time it was me, who wanted to leave others alone. The streets of the Gothic Quarter were overrun with tourists, with hundreds of vendors vying for any available euro. I was out for a walk, I was not feeling it, so I turned right, went in a couple of blocks and found a quiet street, headed down it to wherever it took me. I turned right, left, left, right, and probably right again, thinking I was making my way back to the busy main street. Someplace I failed to close the box, and I walked and walked, and got lost. Absorbed in the joys of meandering the streets of the old city, with no clear plan. Time was on my side the ship didn't leave port until evening.
I stumbled across a market, and bought a year's supply of saffron,
then pulled up Google Maps on my phone. I was lost, about 2-miles from where I thought I was. I made my way back to the harbor and the ship, having been completely lost in the experience.
I needed that. At times it is just what I need.
For anyone wondering, Sweet Bear, stayed on the ship that day. We had spent several days in Barcelona on a previous trip, and he wanted a day of rest. I got lost, giving him a day to relax.












