I bought a plane ticket to Madrid.
After months and months of talking about it, thinking about it, planning a trip and then having to reconsider, daily Kayak email alerts about rising and falling fares, I finally bit the bullet and bought a ticket to Spain for this fall. It took a bonus at work (in about September), putting $30 or $40 per paycheck in a savings account, and a bit of my tax refund, but when I thought about the seemingly ever-growing list of things I want to buy, and the guilt that comes with that, I realized that nothing will make me as happy for as long as ditching this place for a while in favor of friends, food, photography, writing, and relaxation in my surrogate country.
My little jaunt will take me to Madrid for a few days, Barcelona to see a dear friend, back to my old stomping grounds in Córdoba to catch up, meet new babies, see old friends, and spend at least one quiet morning in the shadows of the Mezquita’s arches, and then back to Madrid, where I’m hoping to squeeze in time with friends now living in Portugal before I get back on the plane.
It’s never enough time. But still, I’m going.
Y no puedo esperar.