Today I take off on a budget airplane, Easyjet, and return to London. I will spend a nice quite evening in my hostel, probably not be able to sleep, and wake up to meet Kale at Heathrow.
With the sweet smoldering of my first actual sunburn, I know that summer has begun. Usually summer represents new smells, bright colors, listening to music and camping. It means that I can finally bust out that Otter Pop box that has been waiting for me in the freezer. It means that often times I will wake up in the morning smelling like the smokey bonfire from the night
before. It means friends and family. It means I have time to catch up on some leisure reading. Summer offers the chance to relax, and actually do everything that helped get you through that
long, cold winter. But this year, Summer means something else. Right now, it means traveling. It means trying to find sun tan lotion in a completely new city that doesn't speak your language. It means eating at least one Doner Kebap a day. It means waking up to the wonderful sound of your hostel-mates alarm clock. It means seeing sights, checking things off the good 'ol "Life To-do List," and taking a wealth of pictures of the entire thing. This summer
it means learning how to say "Excuse me, does this have red cabbage in it?" in Romanian, or "Is this toothpaste approved by the Teeth and Gum Association?" in Italy, or even brushing up my Spanish and asking "Excuse me, kind vagrant, would you mind not resting your head on my
shoulder while we are on the metro?" in Barcelona, Spain.
Yes this summer, El Verano de 2009, will forever mean something completely different to me. I am excited by the opportunity to travel with my best friend and brother, and intrigued about what ridiculous stories we may have to tell about it.
Here are some photos of Barca thus far. Wish me luck and let the sibling sightseeing begin!