I think its best to play!
While uploading photos tonight, I decided to check in on what the stars have in store for my life. Unfortunately, while I may have been gone for four weeks -- or is it only 3? -- the month has not changed, so I was left reading March's forecast AGAIN.
For those of you who do not check in with the 'other Miller' regularly, you should:
http://astrologyzone.com/forecasts/
But regardless, it seems like for now I am doing the best thing I could be doing, at least according to the Leo life...
Work -- unrewarding, keep trying... maybe June?
Love -- Venus is retrograde, resume talks after April 25...good to know.
Friendships -- wearing you thin, try again in May.
Travel -- not so good, especially International travel.
It seems its not my time to be anywhere. So I will be here. And if the stars need to recognize that "here" is international -- at least for me -- maybe they will take pity on this nomad and realize I mean no harm. I am simply trying to see a little more of the world so I can possibly learn more about the people in it and possibly more about myself, so that I can offer the people in my life a little more... of me, and the world, and the dreams that traveling abroad brings. Is that really so bad?
Monday, March 30, 2009
Beach-Bummin' It & Life Searchin' It
This morning as I awoke to Miguel and Eline's doberman slamming his body into my door, I knew there was no point in going back to sleep. This has been my morning wake up call since I arrived in Rota. And while annoying, we all laugh that the "men of the house" (albeit both canines) are fighting over me.
I dressed for a run on the beach, and as I was walking out ran into Miguel. I asked if Eline was up yet, and he laughed saying "she has too much fun at the party." What party? Was I there? Seeing my confused expression, he explained what he meant -- the mojito party that the two of us had that lasted until 3:30AM while we watched silly movies and past episodes of Gossip Girl. Such a fun time.
Out on the beach the sun is blinding, the wind a bit blustery, and I got the sense that today was going to be an almost perfect beach day. Maybe a bit windy, but hiding amongst the dunes would allow the perfect sun spot to get lost in thought, books or conversation.
The three of us had already decided to allow our schedule for the day be determined by Fed Ex and a delivery I was expecting, so we may or may not be going to Seville. With the weather being what it was, I kind of hoped Fed Ex would lose it forever and fortunately they did! (at least for another day)
After running, and having coffee, I grabbed my ipod, book and journal -- all important elements for a day at the beach -- plus towel and sunscreen. I found a place in the dunes to keep out the unwanted sand storms and got settled, while I waited on Eline to finish a call with her family in Holland.
As I waited, I listened to tunes and finished my book and wrote a bit. My thoughts were so fluid without the hassles and interruptions of work life -- and always feeling there was something else I should be doing. I had nothing to do, but lay on this bit of sand and soak up as much sun as possible. For now, this truly is the life. And I am loving it.
While I let my mind wander, I had to ask myself why I didn't pursue a life like this. Both Eline and Miguel work from home. Their mortage is minimal. They work 10-15 hours a week and the rest of the time they play, they do what they love, they simply live. They cook. They clean. They watch movies, and read. They enjoy their dogs -- Fairn and Gaucho. They travel to Seville or Japan or Argentina when time and money permit. They visit family. And they live. Simply. Their life is not complicated. There isn't a ton of scheduling and jostling of calendars to make anything fit. The Fed Ex package was delayed, and so was our trip to Seville. No worries. We will go tomorrow. Everything is calm, without a sense of being frazzled.
Life for me has rarely been like that, and I have to wonder is it me not allowing my life to be calm, or is it the place I choose to have my life that allows calmness to elude me. The jury is still out on that one.
But I do know I like this more simple approach to life, without schedules and traffic jams and blackberries and all the things that come to wear you down after awhile, and ultimately the feeling that there is always something else one could or should be doing. Because there are always a zillion other things I could be doing. If I wasn't sitting in this chair blogging, I could be figuring out my plan when I get to Italy, I could be reading, I could be writing postcards from the past 3 cities I have visited, I could be packing, or figuring out how to un-die my once-white pants from their current rosy existence... There will always be something. For saying yes to one thing is saying no to a ton of other things.
And maybe that's the trick to life. Learning what you want to say yes to, what you want to commit to, and then letting the rest just be "filler" that doesn't have to matter. For there will always be a ton of things to "do", but how many really bring a sense of happiness? How many choices do we make only add clutter to our lives and cause us to spin our wheels until we can't see straight?
As the sun is starting to set on this lovely and wonder-filled today, I think I have ultimately found my goal of my nomadic existence. For when its time to emerge from my 'life out of a suitcase' and I have a more established home and no more PO boxes, my goal is to know what I want to say yes to, and commit myself to that purpose -- whether it be a career in New Business, or my PhD or a new path all together. I want to know what that 'thing' is that is going to allow me to be calm and focused, and more aware of the world and the people in it, and more selective about how my time is spent. The thing I care about enough, that incapsulates my interest and I feel I am adding to it.
All my life I have felt I could do anything. My career path shows that -- new business, pr, corporate comm., acct management, human resourses, etc. And in many ways those are just jobs. Things I do to pay the rent and afford my life. But what is the one thing I am so passionate about, the one thing I love doing, the one thing I want to make time for and contribute to... the one thing I want to do, because I add to it just like it adds to me.
A wise woman once told me to only commit to those things that support you. And I truly feel that for a while I have been supporting alot, but not getting a ton back in return... I think I need to give that some additional thought and see where those thoughts lead. Something tells me I am on the brink of discovery... and who knows where I will emerge.
I dressed for a run on the beach, and as I was walking out ran into Miguel. I asked if Eline was up yet, and he laughed saying "she has too much fun at the party." What party? Was I there? Seeing my confused expression, he explained what he meant -- the mojito party that the two of us had that lasted until 3:30AM while we watched silly movies and past episodes of Gossip Girl. Such a fun time.
Out on the beach the sun is blinding, the wind a bit blustery, and I got the sense that today was going to be an almost perfect beach day. Maybe a bit windy, but hiding amongst the dunes would allow the perfect sun spot to get lost in thought, books or conversation.
The three of us had already decided to allow our schedule for the day be determined by Fed Ex and a delivery I was expecting, so we may or may not be going to Seville. With the weather being what it was, I kind of hoped Fed Ex would lose it forever and fortunately they did! (at least for another day)
After running, and having coffee, I grabbed my ipod, book and journal -- all important elements for a day at the beach -- plus towel and sunscreen. I found a place in the dunes to keep out the unwanted sand storms and got settled, while I waited on Eline to finish a call with her family in Holland.
As I waited, I listened to tunes and finished my book and wrote a bit. My thoughts were so fluid without the hassles and interruptions of work life -- and always feeling there was something else I should be doing. I had nothing to do, but lay on this bit of sand and soak up as much sun as possible. For now, this truly is the life. And I am loving it.
While I let my mind wander, I had to ask myself why I didn't pursue a life like this. Both Eline and Miguel work from home. Their mortage is minimal. They work 10-15 hours a week and the rest of the time they play, they do what they love, they simply live. They cook. They clean. They watch movies, and read. They enjoy their dogs -- Fairn and Gaucho. They travel to Seville or Japan or Argentina when time and money permit. They visit family. And they live. Simply. Their life is not complicated. There isn't a ton of scheduling and jostling of calendars to make anything fit. The Fed Ex package was delayed, and so was our trip to Seville. No worries. We will go tomorrow. Everything is calm, without a sense of being frazzled.
Life for me has rarely been like that, and I have to wonder is it me not allowing my life to be calm, or is it the place I choose to have my life that allows calmness to elude me. The jury is still out on that one.
But I do know I like this more simple approach to life, without schedules and traffic jams and blackberries and all the things that come to wear you down after awhile, and ultimately the feeling that there is always something else one could or should be doing. Because there are always a zillion other things I could be doing. If I wasn't sitting in this chair blogging, I could be figuring out my plan when I get to Italy, I could be reading, I could be writing postcards from the past 3 cities I have visited, I could be packing, or figuring out how to un-die my once-white pants from their current rosy existence... There will always be something. For saying yes to one thing is saying no to a ton of other things.
And maybe that's the trick to life. Learning what you want to say yes to, what you want to commit to, and then letting the rest just be "filler" that doesn't have to matter. For there will always be a ton of things to "do", but how many really bring a sense of happiness? How many choices do we make only add clutter to our lives and cause us to spin our wheels until we can't see straight?
As the sun is starting to set on this lovely and wonder-filled today, I think I have ultimately found my goal of my nomadic existence. For when its time to emerge from my 'life out of a suitcase' and I have a more established home and no more PO boxes, my goal is to know what I want to say yes to, and commit myself to that purpose -- whether it be a career in New Business, or my PhD or a new path all together. I want to know what that 'thing' is that is going to allow me to be calm and focused, and more aware of the world and the people in it, and more selective about how my time is spent. The thing I care about enough, that incapsulates my interest and I feel I am adding to it.
All my life I have felt I could do anything. My career path shows that -- new business, pr, corporate comm., acct management, human resourses, etc. And in many ways those are just jobs. Things I do to pay the rent and afford my life. But what is the one thing I am so passionate about, the one thing I love doing, the one thing I want to make time for and contribute to... the one thing I want to do, because I add to it just like it adds to me.
A wise woman once told me to only commit to those things that support you. And I truly feel that for a while I have been supporting alot, but not getting a ton back in return... I think I need to give that some additional thought and see where those thoughts lead. Something tells me I am on the brink of discovery... and who knows where I will emerge.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Two Tales from the Kitchen
Being in a home-setting has allowed me to be around one of my favorite 'home' areas -- the kitchen. Since the year began, I have not gotten to enjoy much kitchen time due to the fact that my kitchen on W4th always seemed to involve smoke when the stove was lit. So this weekend has been a real treat.
Today, as Eline and I made "nachos" for movie time, we laughed as we realized that this was truly an International experience. There was a Dutch girl and an American girl in a Spanish kitchen making Mexican food and bopping to Arabian music.
Tonight, after Miguel went to sleep, Eline asked me if I wanted a mojito. Sure, why not? It was 12:30AM in Spain and we had nothing early to do tomorrow. So I asked if she needed help. She looked at me and said, "well, I was hoping you knew how to make them". Well, not really, but being the daughter of a home economics teacher and being a connosieur of mojitos, I thought I could come up with something. I mean we had a lemon tree and a mint plant in the back yard all we had to do was muddle. And we did... and it was FABULOUS. Miguel doesn't know what he is missing!
Today, as Eline and I made "nachos" for movie time, we laughed as we realized that this was truly an International experience. There was a Dutch girl and an American girl in a Spanish kitchen making Mexican food and bopping to Arabian music.
Tonight, after Miguel went to sleep, Eline asked me if I wanted a mojito. Sure, why not? It was 12:30AM in Spain and we had nothing early to do tomorrow. So I asked if she needed help. She looked at me and said, "well, I was hoping you knew how to make them". Well, not really, but being the daughter of a home economics teacher and being a connosieur of mojitos, I thought I could come up with something. I mean we had a lemon tree and a mint plant in the back yard all we had to do was muddle. And we did... and it was FABULOUS. Miguel doesn't know what he is missing!
Girl Time!
Since arriving in Seville, and later Rota, to spend time with a friend through a friend in Holland, a missing component of my trip has been found. GIRL TIME! I miss my girlfriends in NYC tremendously. I miss the day to day chatter and silly emails and random texts and getting drinks and sharing life. I keep in touch, but its "in touch" and not "here", but spending time with Eline I felt I get a piece of that.
Since arriving here, we have embarked on a few of my favorite things...
1) Grocery shopping
2) Rioja -- seriously, with her boyfriend we have put down 6 bottles.
3) Cheese and apples -- yummy!
4) Sun bathing (even though a sand storm sent us running for shade)
5) Wine at sunset
6) Cooking
7) Creating a new recipe
8) Movies
9) Gossip Girl!
Since arriving here, we have embarked on a few of my favorite things...
1) Grocery shopping
2) Rioja -- seriously, with her boyfriend we have put down 6 bottles.
3) Cheese and apples -- yummy!
4) Sun bathing (even though a sand storm sent us running for shade)
5) Wine at sunset
6) Cooking
7) Creating a new recipe
8) Movies
9) Gossip Girl!
Always on the Move.
I have been told by many – not just in my travels, but all my life – that I have an eternally restless spirit. I don’t think I truly understood what they meant until this moment, on this train, bound for Seville.
Watching the serene landscape passby, I feel so at peace with myself and my life. There may be answers I don’t know, and I am okay with that. I don’t have a new “5-year plan” yet, and I am okay with that too. I know where I will be for the next 10 days and that is enough for now. Situations I left in New York, will sort themselves out in time. And I will sort myself out in the next seven weeks and the weeks that follow.
Moving, going places, being in transit, these are all phases of life I am 159% comfortable with. I feel “at home” in temporary situations. I like knowing that a situation has an expiration date. I like not knowing the final outcome. I like figuring things out as I move about, creating mini-plans for a 2 or 3 day stop. I like living life in chapters vs. the never-ending story. I like nomadding my way through life. I am not good at being settled.
But in allowing myself this time to truly let my restless side “go out to play”, the one thing I told her was “you better be settled by the end of the year.” And for someone like me that is like saying “I am going to super-glue your feet to the ground”. Who signs up for that?
As a result, I find myself wanting to bend my own rules. I said “settled” but I didn’t say for how long… If I know where I want to go, and I am not exactly there by the end of the year, does that count? The list of mental games I play with myself can be so daunting.
I do feel that these feelings of needing to keep searching are truly a result of not having found my latitude in life yet. I love being from Georgia, but I don’t want to live there. I love New York, but it too leaves a lot to be desired .I love Paris but the French make it mostly unbearable. I have thought countlessly of moving to the beach in Jacksonville, but I am not ready to buy that ticket just yet either.
Maybe all of these places are very similar to all the men who have wondered into my life. There have been some close calls – some a little too close if you ask me – but ultimately not one of them did I want to write more than a chapter with. The never-ending story just wasn’t going to happen with them, and not in any place I found them either. I always need more.
As long as I need more I have to keep moving. From station to station, port to port, heart to heart, until I find what I am looking for… Life is too magnificent to settle for half-way, or almost.
I may always be moving. I may always have a PO box instead of a mailbox. I may always have a storage unit instead of a proper home. I may always have a right-hand diamond instead of a wedding band. But “settling” is not an option. Never was, and truly, never will be.
Watching the serene landscape passby, I feel so at peace with myself and my life. There may be answers I don’t know, and I am okay with that. I don’t have a new “5-year plan” yet, and I am okay with that too. I know where I will be for the next 10 days and that is enough for now. Situations I left in New York, will sort themselves out in time. And I will sort myself out in the next seven weeks and the weeks that follow.
Moving, going places, being in transit, these are all phases of life I am 159% comfortable with. I feel “at home” in temporary situations. I like knowing that a situation has an expiration date. I like not knowing the final outcome. I like figuring things out as I move about, creating mini-plans for a 2 or 3 day stop. I like living life in chapters vs. the never-ending story. I like nomadding my way through life. I am not good at being settled.
But in allowing myself this time to truly let my restless side “go out to play”, the one thing I told her was “you better be settled by the end of the year.” And for someone like me that is like saying “I am going to super-glue your feet to the ground”. Who signs up for that?
As a result, I find myself wanting to bend my own rules. I said “settled” but I didn’t say for how long… If I know where I want to go, and I am not exactly there by the end of the year, does that count? The list of mental games I play with myself can be so daunting.
I do feel that these feelings of needing to keep searching are truly a result of not having found my latitude in life yet. I love being from Georgia, but I don’t want to live there. I love New York, but it too leaves a lot to be desired .I love Paris but the French make it mostly unbearable. I have thought countlessly of moving to the beach in Jacksonville, but I am not ready to buy that ticket just yet either.
Maybe all of these places are very similar to all the men who have wondered into my life. There have been some close calls – some a little too close if you ask me – but ultimately not one of them did I want to write more than a chapter with. The never-ending story just wasn’t going to happen with them, and not in any place I found them either. I always need more.
As long as I need more I have to keep moving. From station to station, port to port, heart to heart, until I find what I am looking for… Life is too magnificent to settle for half-way, or almost.
I may always be moving. I may always have a PO box instead of a mailbox. I may always have a storage unit instead of a proper home. I may always have a right-hand diamond instead of a wedding band. But “settling” is not an option. Never was, and truly, never will be.
A Two-Night Stand
Granada is one of those cities with the capacity to break one’s heart. I know because as I left this morning – in quite a frantic state – I felt a part of me being torn away as the train left the station.
Its steadfast in its ways, welcoming in its demeanor, demanding you get to know “it” because it is not changing for you. Its views are awe inspiring, its afternoons and “tea time” the most relaxing of your life, its vibrant spirit sweeps you away and takes a piece of your heart. At least that has been my experience.
When I first embarked on its cobbled streets (often with no name, or at least not one that corresponds with the map), I had no clue what I was doing there other than to see the Alhambre, and that my step-brother, Andrew, had said it was amazing – a “must do”.
The first afternoon was full of getting lost and finding my way, realizing it didn’t matter the street name, if it was headed up the mountain it would take me to where I wanted to go--the same with going down. All streets and roads all lead to the same place, and in a city like this, you can never be truly lost for long.
Sitting in the Abyzine yesterday, watching the sunset while locals played drums and chanted, drinking tinto de verrano (red wine of summer) with new friends and watching the most amazing sunset. It was truly one of the best moments of my trip, and something I will remember for quite some time. It wasn’t about the people, or the place, but the way I felt that made that moment and that evening so spectacular.
There is something about small towns that evoke a stronger spirit than these big metropolis areas. Madrid and Barcelona with both wonderful, and while they have a character of their own, it was difficult to separate out the various experiences in each place. For example, did I see that on the Gran Via or Las Ramblas? Did I have the Serrano and fig dish in Chueca or Barcenoleta? The experiences there run together, into a mishmash that is basically “big city Spain”. But the moments spent wandering the seaside of San Sebastian, gorging on a meal for a king in Donibane, becoming irked at the ways of Bilbao, and going back in time in Toledo were all true experiences that are held by that city, and that city alone.
Visiting the Alhambre with its amazing architecture, seeing the city from far away and meeting locals who had never left Granada and never would, helped define this place for me, and I realize there are few places like this. It is like a river, bending in time, going nowhere quickly, and has the capacity to soothe one’s soul, even if one had no clue they were in need of soothing.
Granada, for me, is one of those places that you would learn Spanish for, just to come back and converse solidly with its people. Their eyes are intoxicating, and I am sure their stories are equally so.
Fourty-eight hours was all I gave this little place, but I know I will be back, and with a much better vocabulary. Sometimes a single breath is all you need to fall in love, and this tiny place truly took my breath away.
Moving in Time to the Stars
As the sun has now moved into Aries, and a new astrological year has begun, I am feeling the need to restart a few things in my own life. And I am truly ready to do so.
While I am on the road, and living out of a suitcase, my life often feels very much in transit. And it is. But I think thats what I bargained for when I asked those I love most to allow me to be a nomad in 2009. (truly, be careful what you wish for...)
Each day that passes, I think of those I care about in both the North and South. I miss them all dearly. I believe my family understands, minus the youngest member, Mr. Ramsey. And that I hate most, as there are so many things of his life right now that I am missing, and I do hope he doesn't forget who is Aunt Paige is.
My friends in NYC, both new and old, there have been days I wish I could "pop over" for an afternoon of good conversation and laughter before resuming my journey on this side of the pond. Europe is a very different place, and every weekend morning I wish I was reading the paper or enjoying "storytime" at Vbar...with some REAL coffee, and not the double espresso I have adopted since being here. Its tough, as I am doing exactly what I want to be doing. And in doing so, I know I am missing out on being a part of lives that I so want to share in. I guess you really can't have it both ways.
I don't want to lose touch as I take this time for myself. But in taking time for myself, I need to make sure that "myself" gets what she needs out of this time. And so I must do what I need to do...to ensure that when I get back to the good ole USofA, I am ready to be apart of things again and not always have one foot out the door --that's what got me here in the first place, and I have never believed in repeats.
So as I delve into new beginnings with Aries, and the "bullish" days of Taurus that are sure to come my way, a part of me is looking forward to the day when the sun moves into Gemini, the sign of friendship and conversation, and I can't wait to relish in both... on that side of the pond. Until then, I best be packing, I have an early train to catch manana.
While I am on the road, and living out of a suitcase, my life often feels very much in transit. And it is. But I think thats what I bargained for when I asked those I love most to allow me to be a nomad in 2009. (truly, be careful what you wish for...)
Each day that passes, I think of those I care about in both the North and South. I miss them all dearly. I believe my family understands, minus the youngest member, Mr. Ramsey. And that I hate most, as there are so many things of his life right now that I am missing, and I do hope he doesn't forget who is Aunt Paige is.
My friends in NYC, both new and old, there have been days I wish I could "pop over" for an afternoon of good conversation and laughter before resuming my journey on this side of the pond. Europe is a very different place, and every weekend morning I wish I was reading the paper or enjoying "storytime" at Vbar...with some REAL coffee, and not the double espresso I have adopted since being here. Its tough, as I am doing exactly what I want to be doing. And in doing so, I know I am missing out on being a part of lives that I so want to share in. I guess you really can't have it both ways.
I don't want to lose touch as I take this time for myself. But in taking time for myself, I need to make sure that "myself" gets what she needs out of this time. And so I must do what I need to do...to ensure that when I get back to the good ole USofA, I am ready to be apart of things again and not always have one foot out the door --that's what got me here in the first place, and I have never believed in repeats.
So as I delve into new beginnings with Aries, and the "bullish" days of Taurus that are sure to come my way, a part of me is looking forward to the day when the sun moves into Gemini, the sign of friendship and conversation, and I can't wait to relish in both... on that side of the pond. Until then, I best be packing, I have an early train to catch manana.
Synchronicity
As I travel about, it seems more and more all I have to do is think of something and I suddenly have answer. And if I don't have an answer, someone in a soon-to-be conversation is wanting to discuss whatever it is I am thinking about. I have always believed this is the way the world worked, and out here on my own I am feeling much more in sync with the universe. Here are a few easy examples...
1) When I arrived in Granada, I was really wanting to see a Flamenco show. When I checked into my tiny little room (the cutest thing ever!) they tell me about a Flamenco show that night, and a bus will pick me up and drop me off. Sounded a bit of a tourist trap but hey, if I could see Flamenco and meet new people, why not?
2) When I joined said Flamenco group, we took a bus to a restaurant "in a cave" in the far reaches of Granada. I sat a table with a German couple, and really wanted Paella -- but as you know, paella is usually prepared for 2 and when traveling alone you often don't have that "plus one". BUT Peter of the German couple leans over and says "We are having Paella, and would love to order for 3". Why not?
3) Then as the show begins, and my thoughts turn inward, I started thinking about a concert a friend and I always go to on in Cape Cod and tickets had just gone on sale. Peter (again) leans over (as it has already been established that I am from NYC and he spent time in Cuba, NY) and asks if I had ever been to Cape Cod. (seriously?... I was just thinking of Cape Cod myself!) He asks because he said they had "the best mini-lobsters"... (I think he meant crawfish).
4) Today as I wandered through the Alhambre, I found myself wishing I were meeting more girlfriends on my trip. Everyone I meet is a guy... every contact point is a guy... dadadaaad... Don't get me wrong, I like guys, but I am not one and I would like to hang out with my own sex from time to time... I even put off calling a contact in Granada as I wanted girltime. What happened today? Low and behold, when seeking a spot to watch the sunset on the Alhambre (as recommended by Bill Clinton) I meet two girls who work in advertising, and ONE IS FROM NYC! (Girls just wanna have fun... that's all they really want...) YEAH! So thrilled to make a new girl friend... and tomorrow I meet up with Eline in Cadiz. Can't wait!
1) When I arrived in Granada, I was really wanting to see a Flamenco show. When I checked into my tiny little room (the cutest thing ever!) they tell me about a Flamenco show that night, and a bus will pick me up and drop me off. Sounded a bit of a tourist trap but hey, if I could see Flamenco and meet new people, why not?
2) When I joined said Flamenco group, we took a bus to a restaurant "in a cave" in the far reaches of Granada. I sat a table with a German couple, and really wanted Paella -- but as you know, paella is usually prepared for 2 and when traveling alone you often don't have that "plus one". BUT Peter of the German couple leans over and says "We are having Paella, and would love to order for 3". Why not?
3) Then as the show begins, and my thoughts turn inward, I started thinking about a concert a friend and I always go to on in Cape Cod and tickets had just gone on sale. Peter (again) leans over (as it has already been established that I am from NYC and he spent time in Cuba, NY) and asks if I had ever been to Cape Cod. (seriously?... I was just thinking of Cape Cod myself!) He asks because he said they had "the best mini-lobsters"... (I think he meant crawfish).
4) Today as I wandered through the Alhambre, I found myself wishing I were meeting more girlfriends on my trip. Everyone I meet is a guy... every contact point is a guy... dadadaaad... Don't get me wrong, I like guys, but I am not one and I would like to hang out with my own sex from time to time... I even put off calling a contact in Granada as I wanted girltime. What happened today? Low and behold, when seeking a spot to watch the sunset on the Alhambre (as recommended by Bill Clinton) I meet two girls who work in advertising, and ONE IS FROM NYC! (Girls just wanna have fun... that's all they really want...) YEAH! So thrilled to make a new girl friend... and tomorrow I meet up with Eline in Cadiz. Can't wait!
Murphy's Law
I knew there would be a day when Murphy's Law entered into my travels, and today she found me! BAM!
From the mornings start of deleting all the photos I had taken thus far, to getting lost on the way to the Alhambre, and then getting further lost as I got closer, and then getting sunburned while waiting for my timed entry, then my camera battery going caput, and then my blackberry dying just as I was getting the number for my new friend... Argh.
Today was KILLING me. But I seem to have survived, and as I prepare for sleep in a rioja haze, I am thankful for this day and all the things that seemingly went wrong. For they truly are just things. And there have been a TON more of wonderfully terrific things that have gone right.
(and I don't have photos as they have all been deleted -- sadly.)
From the mornings start of deleting all the photos I had taken thus far, to getting lost on the way to the Alhambre, and then getting further lost as I got closer, and then getting sunburned while waiting for my timed entry, then my camera battery going caput, and then my blackberry dying just as I was getting the number for my new friend... Argh.
Today was KILLING me. But I seem to have survived, and as I prepare for sleep in a rioja haze, I am thankful for this day and all the things that seemingly went wrong. For they truly are just things. And there have been a TON more of wonderfully terrific things that have gone right.
(and I don't have photos as they have all been deleted -- sadly.)
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