"A fresh start, away from it all" I thought as I stepped off the plane and walked down the stairs, with new hope guiding me. Spain. A place where no one knew my name, my past. A fresh start.
Getting out of the airport was faster than getting in. I raised my arm to call for a taxi, eventually one stopped at the side of the road and the man, with a friendly but familiar smile, asked "Dónde?"
"Seville, por favor."
Everything about this stranger seemed so, familiar. There was a name on a card. Juan. It was him.