Thursday, October 22, 2009

Llamar a España

Last night, I made a decision.
When I saw a cheap flight to Madrid on my travelzoo email it all came together. I am going to spend the summer in Spain. My Mom doesn't want to hear it, my dad thinks that "if I were smart I'd go to Italy." My brother was indifferent, and my friends think I've finally gone crazy again, it was bound to happen sometime.

The main critique is simply, "Isn't this all so sudden?"

For those of you that don't know, I like to work on spontaneity. I don't do the mulling and milling thing, I jump in, see how I swim, and if I drown, well there certainly aren't many unattractive lifegaurds out there. Spain is perfect: summer sun, running with the bulls, a huge tomato fight, a bloody wine battle! What more do you need?

I really want to go to Seville. When I was 2 months old, my parents moved me and I spent a year there. When I went to Italy I felt a sense of being home. (It might've just been that I realized that I do sort of, kind of look Italian) I want to see if I'll get that in Spain. If not, I'm sure I'll find a Spanish boy to comfort me!

I don't think I'd want to spend the summer with a bunch of books, and I can work in Spain- if I go as an Italian it's more than perfectly legal... I'll brush up on my Spanish starting like now, and in May, I'll be off to España! Hasta Luego!

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Oh crap.

I can almost feel the sun hitting me. It's depressing- I want something real and concrete. Right now everything's kind of up in the air- Postponed travel plans are the real kicker. I had to "borrow" $500 from my travel fund. I had almost saved up $3,000. $3,000 would be my flight, plus back up money for a ticket home from wherever. I'm going to pay it back for myself... Losing that money made it feel like it won't actually happen, and I'm quite sad about that. Everything I do right now, I do so I can travel; I went back to school so I could do exchanges and study programs. Also, student rates! HELLO SAVINGS! 
It all seems so unnatainnable though, like the carrot fish on a treadmill. 
I just need to get out of here.