Murcia me, part dos

This is the process by which a whim becomes reality.

1. get birth certificate
2. get photos
3. apply for passport
4. book ticket with carefully hoarded frequent flyer miles
5. call A and see if she minds my crashing in on her
6. figure out the rest when I get there

I think I am going to go to Spain. Murcia, more specifically. Eh, why not?

A is going to spend a semester in Spain-- she leaves 9/2. I am the only person in my family that doesn't have a passport and hasn't gone abroad. T and I talked and I have decided to go and visit her there this fall. A little crazy but I'm going to make my opportunity. I'm thinking of late October/early November -- a weekend in Madrid, a weekend in Barcelona and the rest of the trip bumming around Murcia, Valencia and Alicante.

Wow, I am totally nuts. But very psyched. I just talked to her and she's happy too-- she said she'd be about ready for someone who speaks English -- someone from home.

Planning a trip = better than mulling over all the crummier things that have happened this summer.

As far as that goes, T has a job: he starts next Monday. Back to some kind of normal life, I think. I have definitely had enough stress for one year. We had a "date" on Friday night... and had a really good time. We haven't been arguing but we've been having some very real conversations about us and about the future. I don't know where we'll be a year from now but I think-- I hope-- we'll be OK.

Hasta luego! (I must brush up on my very rusty high school Spanish!)