So it finally hit me while sitting at LAX. I am going back to one of my favorite places on earth, Spain! It was tough to get too excited until now, especially having such a hectic week with work to get done and our HAWT party the night before. But now its time and awaaaaaay we go!
Only 3477 miles to go until I arrive in Paris. From there I take a quick connecting flight to Vigo, where my Abuelo will be greeting me. How is it that I've already seen like 3 movies and were just flying over New York? Damn, think its sleepy time now. Of course I'm not counting the 17 two minute half-naps that I had on the first part of the flight. I guess itll probably take me a good couple days to adjust out there, especially since HAWT was last night and I only slept 2 hours. Packing up this morning was kinda rough too, especally having a major hawtover in 96 degree heat, but I hope I grabbed all the essentials. Spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch! (passport too, laptop, and whatever clothing I slapped together in my post party packing plan. I think and hope I'm all set.)
Luckily my good buddy and roommate extraordinaire, Uncle Phil Virga was able to take us both down there, as it just so happened that our bud Nikola Baytala, the special guest @ HAWT the night before was staying at my house and had a flight just an hour or so before mine. Perfect.
So I made it through the airport entrance process which can be brutal (especially hungover) then changed some dollars to euros and walked around trying to stay awake til my flight. By the way, the dollar is getting crushed by the euro at about 1.56 exchange rate. Youch!
So I sat down and it finally started sinking in. I am very excited to make this trip in so many ways. First, everytime I go to Spain, I come back completely rejuvenated and inspired. Theres a special feeling I get when I'm there, like a home away from home almost, and being a writer who hasn't been inspired lately, I already feel I am again. Anyone who writes, whether music, songs, poetry, stories or anything knows that inspiration is something you can't really force, so I'm stoked to have them creative juices flowing again.
Aside from that and seeing my Abuelo and family in Galicia, I am also meeting up with one of my best buds since high school, my college roommate for years at UCSB, James Alvarez. This just was meant to be, I hit him up the second I found out I might be going, and he responded that his flight was already booked for the same time period! Crazy! Not to mention that his family is in Ponferrada, a town in Leon, only a couple hours away from mine in Pontevedra, Galicia. The stars were aligned on this one so you can imagine the excitement and trouble well be getting into ;)
Anyway I'm switching planes in Paris and off to Vigo. Then I'm staying with my Abuelo that night to rest up, then catch a train to Ponferada Monday morning. Its cool because the fiestas are going on there this time of year, and the two biggest fiesta days in Ponferada are the 8th and 9th and I get there on the 7th!!!! Hoooweeee!
Anyway I think that half xanny bar is finally kicking in but I'll write more in a bit. Hopefully i don't wake up slobbering on the girl sitting next to me.
I left my phone adapter in my room so there aren't pictures on this one, but ill add them next time around.
mikey
