Well, I'm back from vacation! On my last day in Spain, I was pretty depressed just thinking about what awaited me back in NYC (mailboxes filled with Crate and Barrel catalogs instead of paychecks, struggling to make rent, applying for job after job and NEVER hearing back...). Oh me, such is life. I woke up at 6:30 this morning because I was so anxious to get the ball rolling. I'm going to stay positive and keep pushing, I really have no other choice.
Not only am I a bit drained emotionally (already), but after seven crazy days in Spain, I feel like physically I'll never be the same ever again. My body is now programmed to stay up until 6am drinking—ok, chugging—bottle after bottle of San Miguel and eating cheese sandwiches and Cheeto Puffs for breakfast. (Well, I usually crawled out of bed at 2pm, so technically it was lunch).
And since one guy in our group (shout out to Marty P!) said everything twice—"Wanna beer, wanna beer?"—I don't know WHEN I'll get used to not having an echo in the room. It was hilarious. Ok, maybe you had to be there, but you should have heard it—especially in his thick English accent. And I can't get the song "In for the Kill" by La Roux out of my head. We played it every single day, on the hour every hour. If you haven't heard it, listen to it here. It's a great party song!
Just look at that view. Sigh. OK, back to reality for me! Just a warning, I will probably be talking about this trip for weeks, possibly months to come. Pictures coming soon!
Anyone out there have some encouraging words to help me get back on track? Anyone, anyone?