A Life in Waiting

As I am experiencing so many things daily, I struggle to find time to record my adventures.  It’s more important for me to really get as much as I can from this trip rather than to just take pictures and write about my day here.  I’m sure I should easily be able to do both, apparently I can’t.  The taking photos problem is a mixture of both lack of skill or eye, and simple forgetfulness.  As far as the writing is concerned, I need to be in the mood to write as it doesn’t come naturally to me.  I can’t just sit down every time I have a free moment and jot down my immediate thoughts, I need to somewhat prepare myself for it.  Although I am getting a bit better with it.

So I am now exactly one week behind on my writings, which doesn’t like much but it really is.  I’ve visited a dozen cities, slept in five different beds and met an uncountable number of new people in those seven days.  It’s rather overwhelming actually.  So I’ve gotten in the habit of doing a modified timeline with small notes on where I’ve been and some things I have done so I can remember back as best as possible.  See for me, every day is as important as the next and I don’t want to lose one.  Or thirty like what happened with the first half of this trip.  That all being said, I am currently sitting in a bed in Prado del Rey, a smaller city in Andalucía, Spain recovering from a typical Spanish evening that ended at six in the morning eating frozen pizzas.  So how about we travel back in time to a lovely place I call last week.

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