Granada, Spain, February 2022, "Luca"

People everywhere. Laughing, eating together, drinking. It was almost as normal, before COVID decided that we would all be couped up indoors, cut off physically from others.

He decided to play tour guide, showing me the sights Granada had to offer, Italian style. We explored the steep winding streets of the Albaicin, stopping at a restaurant where Gitanos had set up shop, impromptu flamenco music drowning out the sounds of our conversation. I didn't mind.

Much later, in an apartment off to the side of a patio hidden by closed doors, we end up on his couch, intertwined in each others arms. Passion building up, until, in the heat of the moment, I find myself, IN the couch, under the couch cushions... with him laying on top of the cushions, as normal people lay on top of couches.

I stop, confused, and he, stammering in confusion and laughter, asking in pieces of sentences, in wonderment, how I even got myself in that position!

I later wandered the darkened, unlit grounds of the private garden in the Alhambra, overlooking the illuminated walls of the Albaicin, wishing he accepted the invitation to witness this magnificent view.