My wife, daughter and I were on vacation in Spain. I remember looking at a TV as we were walking out the door from this great roadside restaurant in the Picos de Europa and seeing a building on fire, but it didn't connect. About an hour or two later, we arrived at our hotel in Potes, which is a remote village in the mountains and it was on the tv in the bar. Everyone was amazing to the three of us and the rest of the day was a blur. Our daughter was less than two and we tried to be strong for her, and took her to a carnival where we met up with a young Spanish couple who literally led us around for the rest of the day. The rest of the trip was spent trying to connect with friends and family ( from NJ here) and wondering what was next. The feeling of being so disconnected from the events was (and still is) difficult to explain.
|