Well, due to the inflexibilities of something aptly called a “closed jaw” ticket, I’m in Barcelona, leaving from where I started, though only in the corporeal sense of course. I have a flight back to the Bean at the crack of dawn and I’m trying to quiet the sadness of leaving by repeating over and over again in my head how lucky-wonderful the last two months have been. As with any travel experience (read: life experience) I had my ups and downs but overall I came out with some amazing new friends, meaningful realizations, a new writing direction, and of course lots of pictures. All stellar reasons to travel if you ask me.
I’d like to wax poetic here but I’m too damn tired. I am being hella lame and going to bed at 11pm on my last night in Barcelona. But, whatever, I’m wiped. I had a fantastic last day in Berlin courtesy of my new freund Maximilian. We biked all over Berlin, ate delicious middle eastern chicken sandwiches, prayed for a deluge over ‘Sandsation’, beered in a back-alley punk café, heckled a Stieg Larsson fan in the bookstore, traded music (and by traded I mean he gave me over 400 songs and I gave him one), ate delish Laotian, compared murder rates, and finished the night off in a bar with Jazzercise décor. Exploring by yourself is fine and sometimes very nice, but it’s so much more fun with someone else - especially someone with a wicked sense of humor like Max. This is a public shout out to Nick for connecting us and Max and Alice for being Max and Alice.
While I can’t say I’m happy to leave, I realize that at some point, one has to go home. Or get a job. I was yakking yesterday about getting my “business” whipped into the kind of shape where I can essentially work from abroad for extended periods of time. That’s of course the most attractive part about working via the interwebs although it’s not quite as easy as it sounds. I’d like to see if I can make it happen so that I’m free to live in this city or that for months at a time. That would be nice. Oh yeah, and I want a sailboat too. These are the things I want as I round the bend to my thirties.
Ready. Go.
See y'all stateside.
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