Reminiscing

When I was in high school I went on this trip through my school to France and Spain. The thing I remember most about the trip wasn't Paris (Though I really really really loved Paris!) It wasn't the famous Art in the Museums, The Architecture in the cities (Both extremely old and brand new) The lower drinking age Or even the Food (Once you get to know me better you'll be more shocked by that).

It was this.

Walking down the street of Barcelona hours after our flight had landed. We'd been traveling (and awake) for about 36 hours at this point and we were pretty much the walking dead. All we wanted to do was check into our hotel but couldn't yet because we were early. So we dropped out bags off and just began roaming the streets aimlessly. We were walking down this road with all these little shops selling everything from purses to mopeds when we passed this alley. The picture doesn't do the bright colors justice really but something about it woke me up and I suddenly realized. I'm in fucking Spain! I woke up in Akron, Ohio but I was going to go to sleep (eventually) in Barcelona.

When I think back on it I can still remember the noise of the shops and the heat and smell of a food stall a bit ahead that had the most amazing fried something or other (I never did find out what but it was kind of doughnut like) But the thing I remember most of all as Corny as it sounds is how I felt right in that moment, happy, really happy, and accomplished kind of like it was a dream come true. And it was.

And they lived happily ever after...

Or at least at the moment it felt like that was the only way it could go.

I guess that's what this whole trip is about. I want to feel that way again. I want to feel that fire and passion and eagerness for the next day and the day after that again. Enough of the Corn for tonight.

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