I was ready to leave Seville. I went to my favorite cafe to say goodbye.
I noticed that José was talking about me. José, the owner of Cafe Levies, was speaking with a fellow who had come in to post a flyer. Jose told him that I was looking for a room. I had been.
But I hadn't found anything. And, I'd spent months in Amsterdam, mostly in a small radius (and having stayed, everywhere I'd lived in the States, within a small radius.) I felt I had to move--just to move.
I had a plan, but not much of one.
Anyhow, that plan changed.
José introduced me to the guy who was hanging the poster.