Wednesday 27 October 2010

I just can't keep away

I'm in Spain. Again. Second time in 4 months ant third in about 10 years. Everyone asks me if I really love Spain. I love it as much as I love travelling and going somewhere other than home, but truthfully, it was an accident. In July we went for the Bilbalo festival and I found the Basque region enchanting. This time it's a cheap vacation that also allows kiteborading and here I am again, this time in Tarifa.

The thing I've noticed about the Spanish is that as hearty and charming as they are, they can also be (most of them unintentionally) very ignorant. Forget speaking any foreign languages, they don't need to. They still drive their cars everywhere, even in the old part of town where most European cities have banished it. They all have dogs (hundreds of dogwalkers every morning tread the beach) and they all let them shit on the sidewalk and anywhere else for that matter. And they barely recycle.

Other than that, it a perfect place for a fall vacation. I'm sitting outside, sipping coffee in a skirt and short sleeves on the 27 Octobre and hearing news from Slovenia of early snow.

Sunday 10 October 2010

It's a tough thing when you realise you are on your own. And I don't mean move-out-of-your-parent's-house on your own. I mean completely alone in the world. There is no one looking out for you a 100 %, there is no one you can really count on for anything and everything. Does that mean you stop being there for others and stop caring 100 % for people around you? No, you don't. Well, I don't. I can't. There will just be less invitations to send out once in a while and no more counting on others to send out invitations to me. Oh, well...