there are 12 days left on my trip (not including today or the day i leave). there’s not much else to say.
kicking myself for missing out on trips to venice & barcelona, but i couldn’t have had more fun on the trips i did take. things are slowing down around here, it’s not a bad thing but you can see the wear of the trip taking it’s affect on my friends. their skype conversations have turned from ‘the great things i’ve seen’ to ‘i can’t wait to see you’. i’ll be glad to head home when i do, just wish i could come back to spain after a month or two in the states. this has become my home. my life with my odd dysfunctional family abroad, my job flying to paris on the weekends to perform, my tall orange dresser that holds everything i own, my wall covered in maps, pictures of penelope cruz, tickets from the bullfight & luna nueva. the things i have come to know well.
