Cold Showers..check.

Well, I’ve discovered the key to enjoying a cold shower--an unbearably hot run through the middle of nowhere. There is a makeshift running path (made by tractor wheels) that starts along the train tracks, I’ve stared at it from the bridge above, thinking how nice it would be to literally run in the middle of nowhere. Just heading towards the horizon. So, today, I decided to try and figure out how to find the road from the train tracks, stumbled upon it, and did it.
It was a little shifty at first, I ran passed the abandoned electricity building and under the bridge along the tracks--nobody to be found, no sign of life. The old train tracks ran to the right of the new ones, overgrown and aged--I want to go back and a take a picture before I leave.
Per usual, I selected the worst time of day to go running, around 2:30 pm. The heat was unbelievable, it was equivalent to Arizona in the summer. I didn’t bother bringing a water because my run was kind of spontaneous, but as my feet kicked up the dirt behind me and the sun beat down on my shoulders, none of it mattered because I felt like I was off on my own, an afternoon adventure. It sounds weird, but I wanted it to be hard, the heat was welcome. I ran on that path today instead of on my usual route because I wanted to be alone. Like tonight, I want to just go somewhere and sit--to think. But I can’t, because there isn’t really anywhere I can go and hide in Posadas--the drawback of a small town. So I’m sitting in my half packed room, overheating and over thinking things.
I know it comes off as if I’m disconcerted about coming home--but sometimes I get so excited thinking about it that I don’t think I can wait another 3 days. One word, Bella. On the other hand, I feel like I could stay in Spain forever, atleast part of me could.
Yesterday I went to Feria with Nick. He’s teaching little kids in Jaen area. He was showing me photos of his classes and talking about his students--it was really sweet and funny. He did a crazy amount of traveling, 13 countries in 9ish months. He’s going to come back next year, but doesn’t know where exactly in Andalucia he’ll be--I envy him in some ways, for staying, but his experience was a little different than mine. He was the only foreign teacher at his school and was embraced by the local families--I told him I think Posadas is a little more closed than his town. Although all the people are really nice, I’ve never felt that either Will or I are apart of the town. We enjoy it and have fun with the students, but it’s not been made a home. Feria was really interesting but soooooooooooooooo hot. We ended up doing the spanish version of the log ride (confident with both contracted hepatitis from the dirty ride water lol) but it was fun and random. Definitely worth seeing.
I’m starting to mentally prepare myself for the big journey home, both the physical and emotional aspects. I’m not as sad to leave as I was a couple days ago, I’m ready to see my friends and my family. Phone calls...going out..can’t think about it--I still have a couple days to go.
Oh, by the way, the mystery of last night’s insomnia has been solved--I took excedrin migraine and it has a good amount of caffeine per pill..thus, I’m hoping considering the 3 hours of sleep I got last night that tonight I’ll be able to fall asleep. I’m taking the first train to Cordoba and then taking the bus from the Alcazar to the Medina (Either at 10 or 11), kind of strange because I am going by myself--I used to hate even waiting infront of a movie theatre for people. Strange.