"Come on Bianca, at least there are beaches there too," said Giulia unconvinced, clumsily trying to hide her distress. After all, her summer was gone, but for her, who had always felt the strongest of the two, it was more important to be able to support her friend. "Yes... and who am I going with? With my grandmother? I'd rather lock myself in. And then you don't know the other notion..." "What is that?" said Giulia, swallowing loudly.
"He's not even in Barcelona"
"Where the fuck is he?"
"A Canet de mar..."
"Eh??? Where the fuck is he?" He repeated like an automaton.
"In Costa Brava. To the right of Barcelona according to Google map, that's all I know." A tear ran down her cheek, and she noticed it and hugged her as hard as she could. It was the night of their leave, the last night of chatting and confidences for the next two and a half months, taking down Whatsapp and Skype, even though they both knew they couldn't substitute their presence for each other. They would sleep together as usual, then after breakfast Giulia would say goodbye.
And Bianca would be getting ready to leave.