The countdown is on. I have sixteen days. Seventeen more hours to work at BFRS. Approx 18 million errands to run. Only 100 lbs of my life to take with me to Spain (including teaching supplies and a 6lb bag of American candy). I won’t have any income until the end of October at the earliest. Yeah, I’d saying I’m stressing out a little. Everyone says, “I’m so excited for you,” or, “You’ll have the time of your life.” But it’s going to be hard. I’m not used to change. I get lonely really easily. Sometimes I need my mom to straighten things out for me. Hell, I don’t even know where my school is located, much less where a bank and supermarket are. I know everything will fall into place eventually, but this is all happening tooooooo fast for me to handle. It’s like my brain is going a hundred kilometers a minute, but I have no idea how many miles a minute that is.
Helen and I leave on September 12 for Granada, and the rest of the trip will be: Seville, Gibraltar, Lagos or Faro or straight to Lisbon, Evora, Barcelona, Madrid, Toledo, Cordoba, Malaga and back to Granada for orientation. Pretty ambitious, but I’m looking forward to spending time with her and seeing some of Spain I haven’t seen yet. Still on my list are Ronda, Santiago de Compostela, Figueres and tons of other foreign countries.
Also, I applied to be a student travel writer for cafeabroad.com and got the job. I’ll be responsible for updating a city travel guide, writing first-person narratives about my experiences and meeting with two other students to work on longer, third-person investigative pieces. Clips plus Spain? Nice moves.