Translated, I love Spain. Most of you who know me well have heard me say that on more than one occasion. And while the past few days I’ve been telling most of you how anxious I am to get home, I do have afternoons like today when I realize how much I love this country. Granted, I could be a bit nostalgic given the two glasses of proseco I had with dinner or due to another great find in a pair of shoes (I’m currently wearing them in my hotel room to break them in), but I really do love Spain. There’s a lot to be said for their way of life. But, let’s start off with the highlight of my day. I did a 30-minute workout in my room b/c my body (aka my ass) is defying gravity as we speak…maybe 30 isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, or maybe it’s all the milkshakes I’ve been ordering because I feel I lack calcium (again, my excuses get better with each day). So, after a good sweat I finally vacated my room and started my shop-a-thon at, my favorite, El Corte Ingles—I did not buy lotion, I keep talking myself out of it, but I think I will have to cave before I leave, any extras, let me know (I realize only my family really understands my obsession with the lotion, I ask the rest of you to let it slide). I walked back to the main thoroughfare and while walking down the wide pedestrian promenade, I suddenly was whacked on the left side of my head. It startled me to say the least, and I can’t say it didn’t hurt a twinge. It took me a second to get my bearings and realize it wasn’t some kid running by swatting people, but rather a full on pigeon wing that side swiped me. How disgusting, and I somewhat wish there had been a camera because I was in such a startled state when I was hit. I kept touching my head expecting to find feathers. It was all I could do to not run home and wash my hair again. I had a flying rat hit me. Ugh! Finally, after all these years of dodging them, they got me! Needless to say, most of the afternoon was spent avoiding them. Shopping done (for today), I settled into a nice quiet plaza café; and unfortunately the children that soon joined the area found it entertaining to chase the pigeons, which kept them buzzing above my head for a couple hours. To combat the piegeon stress, I indulged on the best crepe I’ve had on my trip, Crete coming in second, and sadly, France last, I was very disappointed with the one I had in Avignon. And now, I’m breaking in my new shoes and tidying up my room for my friend’s arrival tomorrow. This being my last night on my own is somewhat sad as I know my trip is coming to an end (aka I have to go back to work at some point); and yet at the same time very exciting knowing that I get a stocked refrigerator and better yet, friends to share food and drink with. Don’t worry, plenty to update between now and then, I’m sure. Ms. Gilroy will be my American project in Spain, should be very entertaining!
And welcome to the world Mary (still waiting for the official name) Franklin. Congratulations to Aaron, Coree and big brother Perrin.
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