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December 8, 2020
We're standing in a plaza in Spain, shouting at each other in English like the ugliest Americans this side of the Atlantic. We're fed up with each other's shit on this long vacation. He says he's leaving, will give me the car keys, and I can drive back to the Paris and the airport without him.

This was 30 years ago, pre-GPS, and I was very bad with maps. If in the same situation today, at that same age, with technology, I like to think I'd be all Romcom Brave Girl, snatch those keys, and have myself a solo adventure.