One of my quirks is that I’m the kind of girl that doesn’t walk places, I dance to them. I sleep in passé and when I retrieve things from high shelves I arabesque for them instead of reaching. The day I got my first pair of pointe shoes, I didn’t take them off for like 6 hours. Even though my feet felt like they were going to fall off. I just sat on the couch with my dad, watching Gene Kelly movies all day, duck foot waddling to the kitchen for water. And now, I’m finally going to be that American in Paris (so to speak). The third year university student, lost more often than not, just trying to see the world. But I’m not scared of being lost, I look forward to it! I’m excited to embrace the lost-ness!
Becoming lost in Spain will be a privilege. By becoming lost, we find ourselves. I beg you, look beyond the cheese factor of that statement, and you’ll see the beautiful truth in it. I’ve been extraordinarily blessed in my travel opportunities; I’ve traveled to 12 countries that I can think of off the top of my head, 7 of those without family, and most of them for longer than a week. Each time I return from a trip, I’ve added something indescribable to my life, a new facet to my world view.
On all of these trips, I’ve kept travel journals. Messy, messy journals with ticket stubs taped in and blank spaces ready to be filled with my near-obsessive number of photographs. But over the course of each trip, entries became farther and farther apart, until I’m sitting on the plane home and realize I haven’t written in a week and a half. This blog is my way of staying accountable for sharing my adventure with you! Through the miracle of modern technology, you’re coming to Spain! You get to see the view out my window in the morning, go with me to museums, and meet my friends. You're going to join me during those inevitably awkward travel situations, accentuated by the language barrier. (In class last week, I asked my Spanish professor if she'd had any good adventures lately. The Spanish word for adventure, adventura, also means affair. Oops!) Those ticket stubs can be scanned, and the photographs uploaded instantly- no glue stick required! So let's get ready to embrace the lost and awkward while I dance through Spain, because I'm bringing you along every step of the way.
Come along Pond, we're going on an adventure.
Come along Pond, we're going on an adventure.
