A few times on this trip I have woken up from a nap and not known where I was. Spain marked the first time that I was awake and conscious and lost track of where I was. Coming out of the subway on our third day, I couldn’t remember what country I was in. I didn’t remember where I was going or where I had come from. It was really weird to walk up onto the street, and for ten seconds, not know where I was. After traveling for so long, my mind just stopped trying to track where I was and accepted that any given hour I was at some place new and different. This happened to me a second time in the subway and once upon waking at the hostel. You know it has been a long trip when you start forgetting what country you are in!
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