"I moved here when I was six from Valencia. It's my home town back in Spain." Alex begins, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.
"What is it like?" I ask him softly, clutching my legs tightly. I'm trying to keep warm, the more sober I get, the more I feel the harsh wind.
"It's beautiful, the buildings are grand and built with such precision. The weather is great and the beaches are filled with golden sand. The ocean is always warm and clear, I spent my entire summer doing water sports as a child."
As he talks about his childhood, his brown eyes light up, despite the darkness of the night. I smile as I listen to him, hear-ing the excitement and love in his voice for his hometown.
"All of my family are in Valencia. Here I only have my father and Juan." Alex says sadly, shaking his head
