After my study program was over, my parents came to visit and we explored together. I remember my last day in Barcelona, I was shopping with mom and dad. We were running late for our flight, emotions, tensions and the summer heat were high and I got upset with them over something... of course I don't remember now exactly what about. With a melancholy desire to just be alone as I said goodbye to the city I loved so much, I ran a bit ahead of my parents toward the metro. As I descended the stairs to the sweltering underground station, I heard the most familiar guitar strumming and a soulful voice singing Tracy Chapman's Fastcar. I didn't walk swiftly, I RAN toward the music, through filthy hallways and past bustling commuters. When I found him with his bouncing dread locks, flowing linen shirt and pants, and his blindingly bright white teeth, the bustling quieted and I stood still to listen. And as I listened, tears ran down my cheeks, I began to cry, then I began to sob. It's cheesy, but I feel like he knew as I faced him with the most overwhelming sadness in my eyes.
A friend sent me this beautiful video today. Sure enough, guess who it was. While it looks as though he's on the move throughout Europe, I again got a little teary eyed to see that Clarence is still bringing inspiration to passers by. Hope you enjoy!
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