It's 6:17 AM, I am in Los Angeles, and yet again I am a traveler with insomnia once again. Words cannot express right now the unbelievable high I am feeling after this past vacation, this "Roman Holiday," this adventure through Europe with my mama and my papa, myself, and my dear friends, old and new. I am currently listening to this song called "Stop and Stare" by this hot band I just discovered in the last 2 hours called French Soler. The reason I found out about them is because of that last minute iTunes spending spree right before leaving for the airport. And I bought this song called "Paper Romance" by Groove Amada, and Fenech Soler were on the song...and there you go. I love traveling, it's in my blood. I can feel it run through my veins everyday, especially when I'm at an airport or on public transportation. i've been traveling since I was real young, maybe 4 years old. So I've been on quite a few planes, trains, and automobiles.
So I'm about to go get ready for work, but I can't help but think about the last 48 hours of my life. So great, so random, so memorable. in the last 48 hours you can chill at a nude beach, meet beautiful new people, have a great meal with amazing friends, say bye to wonderful friends you barely know but you know you'll know them forever, dance in clubs, get offered drugs by a drug dealer and then get pick pocketed a few minutes later, get into a verbal fight with him, go to a police station, file a police report in spanish, rush back to your friends' beach front flat, catch a flight in 1 hour, be in Spain, Amsterdam, Seattle, & LA, sushi in Little Tokyo with your dear friend Pei Min and get asked to be a person of honor at her wedding. All in 48 hours! Anything is possible in this life, and there really are no excuses. So unfortunately the drug dealer stole my camera with all my pictures and video footage of Spain. But I really let it go and not have it run my mind. I just have to focus on the positive, he didn't take my wallet, the confrontation didn't get out of control, I didn't get hurt, and I am back in Los Angeles, with extremely vivid and fond memories!
There's nothing like a foreign country to make you KNOW your self that much more. It tests you, takes you out of your comfort zone, it forces you to find your way when everything looks different, it forces you to speak words you've never heard yourself say before in your life. You realize the we all speak different languages, but the one universal language we all understand is the sound of laughter and the sight of someone smiling.
Salud, pesetas y amor y tiempo para disfrutarlos!
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