Eleven days later, and I've never been so thankful to return home to my warm and cozy bed, with Mari Carmen's home cooking, toilets I can sit on, hot showers, drinkable water, and folded, CLEAN laundrey that doesn't smell like cigarette smoke and the Sahara desert.
The last week and a half was nothing short of an epic adventure, with over 70 hours of traveling by bus from Salamanca to Madrid, Madrid to Malaga, Malaga to Morocco, Morocco to the border of Algeria, then back again in reverse, plus a three day excursion to Granada somewhere inbetween. Three days later and counting, I'm still recovering from it all... looking back at pictures, sorting out a whirlwind of strong emotions, trying desperately to get my mind into miterm mode, and meanwhile, coming to terms with the fact that my adventure is already over halfway done.
Six and a half weeks in, my body is ready to rest. My mind is working on overtime to make sense of it all. Every day is a beautiful adventure, but silent moments remind me of home. The other reality far away, with so many people I love and miss, that I only feel connected to by periodic phone calls and stalking tagged pictures on facebook.
My internal compass went haywire the minute I stepped on the plane from America, and now it's seeking vengance. What used to be strange and foreign to me about Spain, is now a comforting routine - by contrast of living out of a backpack, eating "granola" bars, and sleeping on public transportation.
My crazy adventure from last two weeks has so many pieces to it - incredable experiences, funny stories, serious realizations about life - and there's so much I want to share with you. SO, although it might take awhile to finnish, (each video alone takes 30-45 minutes to upload on Spanish internet :( ) I am going to dedicate the next several blogs to giving you a window into this foreign world I've discovered, and all the little pieces of it that are changing the way I see the world.
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