I feel so disconnected! I don't have internet at my house anymore..thus i'll be connectionless until Monday afternoon. I'm staying in Andalucia this weekend and going to the Patios festival in Cordoba on Saturday afternoon. Next weekend is the big trip to Morocco and i'm really excited. I accidently lied when I said I didn't have anymore trips, I'm going to Almeria with the bachillerato students for their end of the year trip, we're hitting up the beaches in Spain and going to the one I wanted to see the most, Cabo de Gata. Then, a hop, skip, and a few days later I'll be back home in a big comfy bed, texting and facebooking like a normal person.
Jamie asked me what I'm going to do tonight..and I have no idea. The village is getting a little bit dire. I haven't been here on a weekend in over a month so it's almost like readjusting. But, needless to say, I'm really, really excited to be coming home. Jamie told me to make a to do list and then figure out how to execute them on the plane ride home (Amen to that..you're so right). It's almost like having to start life over, all over again. I think I'm ready to come home though, Spain was an amazing, crazy, journey but it's time to get things in motion at home. It's funny, change used to scare me so much, and now I welcome it. Strange, very strange.
I'm listening to kids singing flamenco outside the school--sometimes my life doesn't feel real.
P.S: Will and I watched "No Country For Old Men" a couple nights ago, I thought I was going to be watching a cute movie about old men..not at all. It was pretty much a horror film about a serial killer. Not exactly what I was in the mood for, but nonetheless really interesting--did anyone get the ending? If so, explain it.
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