The last time we met was during a clear day in June. The temperature was not yet oppressive, but warm enough for me to feel deserving of a few cañas after an afternoon stroll. Horses began to resume their gallop through the city center. Birds darted over side streets which had not yet awakened from the afternoon slumber. Green, unripe oranges hid in the branches of the citrus trees.
We spent our last day together alone, just as we had when we first left each other some years ago. I thought of our time together as I walked through the cobbled streets, each turn revealing forgotten vistas and memories. It is important to spend time alone in a city and to discover it on your own terms, I thought.