Today was very similar to yesterday; I rested, wrote, and took care of things for my trip. I’m happy to say I finished everything I wanted to do before leaving to spend another night in the airport, and I managed to pack better than last time despite being gone for a longer period of time.

My roommate and I had about a three hour train ride from Salamanca to the airport in Madrid. I felt very rested from the last two days so I read The Choice for most of it. I don’t have much to relay from today, so I’m going to talk a bit about this book and why you should read it. As I’ve said, it’s written by a survivor from the Holocaust and it focuses on her inner journey of healing and how to help other people do the same thing with their pain. It’s truly a work of art. I almost cried reading it today, but it wasn’t when she explained what it was like in the concentration camps. It was when she described her life afterwards, when she moved to America, and the personal struggles and discrimination she faced simultaneously. I felt that I was looking into this woman’s soul. She explains her thoughts and feelings so openly and faces them head-on—it’s extremely admirable because I’m trying to get better at facing my feelings. I just love the brutal honesty she has and the way she lets the reader in to her real life. It’s one of the most beautiful books I’ve ever read, and I definitely recommend it.

Now I’m spending the night in the airport with my roommate, so this is where I’ll leave off. Today’s picture is of this book on a table in the airport next to the bench I’ll hopefully be sleeping on soon. Until tomorrow!

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