My Dream Shatters – Barcelona’s Liceu Opera House

My knees crack against the seat’s armrest.

Without so much as an “excuse me”, “permiso” or even the Catalan equivalent of “get the hell out of my way”, a woman shoves past me and into her seat next to mine. Since I have an aisle seat, I’m first in the line of fire, with no other bodies next to me to cushion the blows and give fair warning of impending injuries. Continue reading “My Dream Shatters – Barcelona’s Liceu Opera House”

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