Barcelona: “Oh, No thanks! Cocaine isn’t really my thing.”

I paced around my room after successfully (and distressfully) getting my phone back. It was late, I was not tired, and I was a tad bored. I made sure I was back “home” before nightfall every eve since I was traveling and venturing out alone as a woman. I was listening to my hosts (a gay male couple) entertain their family [that was] visiting from … Continue reading Barcelona: “Oh, No thanks! Cocaine isn’t really my thing.”