lonely barcelona

"Where Europe ends is where Africa begins." Waking up early in the morning, Ji Mo was lying on the bed and flipping through "Spain is Like a Book"--I asked my colleagues to borrow it before coming to Spain.

"Spain is relatively isolated. Apart from the Atlantic Ocean in the north, there is the Pyrenees Mountains covered with snow all the year round. This mountain relatively separates Spain from France, its European neighbor. The Mediterranean Sea separates Italy in the east, and the Mediterranean Sea lies in the south. It's just a thin Strait of Gibraltar, and on the opposite side is the North African country that is gearing up."

Ji Mo quickly read silently, closed the book, and couldn't help sighing, the special geographical location has created a special Spain, no wonder it is so exotic to people from other European countries.

He lifted the quilt, opened the curtains, and stretched his body in the morning light through the mist, ready to start a new day's work.Walking into the bathroom, he rubbed his hands vigorously until his palms felt slightly hot. After pressing lightly on the eyeballs for a few tens of seconds, he stared blankly at himself in the mirror.Running here and there for more than 20 consecutive days, before and after the director, he was busy and did not fall, and his face was a little haggard.

With a "plop", he buried his face in the cold water, shook his head slightly, and exhaled fiercely. Bubbles of different sizes rubbed against his ears continuously from both sides of his cheeks, and broke free towards the water surface. Too bad each blister just re-dissolves in the water too. With a "wow", Ji Mo pulled out of the water with his wet face, and wiped every drop of water meticulously, feeling an uncomfortable but satisfying tightness on his face.I walked back to the study, picked up the schedule, and said, "Today is the last day."