We started the day still really uncomfortable about the night before. Honestly, I’m not sure if anyone of us slept at all. I have never been so scared to close my eyes and with every sound we sat up startled. I just kept replaying the incident in my head and trying to understand how something like this could have happened. I had never witnessed a fight before, none the less be in the middle of it.
Lauren, Jackie, Michael and I got out of bed and quietly cleaned up the apartment. None of us really knew what to say or how to react. To be honest I think we were all in shock. So we decided to leave the apartment earlier than originally scheduled. None of us wanted to be there anymore. Don’t get me wrong, Spain was beautiful but the Navajo team was not. Remember when I said when you travel with someone you really get to know them. Well that was absolutely the case, only this time I didn’t like who I got to know. We found out some things about individuals that were troublesome. I can’t help but kick myself for being so naïve and trusting, but then again I guess I got my kick, right to the back of the head, only it wasn’t from me.
Anyway, after we left the apartment we headed to the beach for the day. Jackie and I had a long heart to heart and really got to know each other. For the first time since we had left the states I opened up to someone and told them how I was feeling. After that, the four of us had lunch at a small little beach restaurant. Then we went to sit on the sand and look out at the Mediterranean. The waves were crazy, symbolic of the time since they had been calm for all of our stay in Barcelona. Lauren, Jackie, Michael, and I laid on the beach for around three hours with little conversation just contemplating and thinking about everything and anything. I can honestly say these few hours, even after everything that had happened, were a few of my favourite of the trip. There is just something about the ocean that lures and calms me. For those few short hours I felt safe and at home.
When our time at the beach ended we took the metro to what we thought would be the airpot, but Spain’s Metro system is extremely confusing. After around forty minutes of attempting the metro we decided to take a cab the rest of the way. We figured at least this time we would know if he dropped up off at the wrong place. When we got to the airport we followed the usual routine. We checked in, went through security, and headed towards our gate. There we waited, again in silence. I could only help but wonder when I would feel safe again.