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“Normal day, let me not pass by you in quest of some rare or perfect tomorrow…”

"One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon- instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming right outside our window today." -Dale Carnegie
It would be terribly easy to spend my last few weeks in the States in a constant state of a) daydreaming about Spain b) wishing I was in Spain already c) stressing about getting my life in order before being gone for 9 months d) talking about Spain all the time and putting everything else out of my mind e) wishing I was in Spain already. And while I do find myself in that mindset occasionally (probably a smidge more than occasionally) I have resolved to make a genuine effort to truly live in the present, and savor each day I have now. After all, I do have today...and tomorrow is not guaranteed to me or any of us (sorry to be morbid, but-- truth). 

I think the whole "living in the present" advice, trite though it may be, is something we all need to hear. I know I'm guilty of it often, even when I don't have a really cool awesome thing to be looking forward to. It's the "just need to get through this week" or "after this semester is over things will be good" that we say to pacify ourselves when the present isn't perfect.  But what kind of living is that? We miss so many details, so much richness, and so much real, beautiful life by wishing away the day/month/stage of life we are inMy desire for you (and for myself)? Eat this day, this moment, up. You'll never have another one like it. Heck, be grateful for it, imperfect though it may be. For me, a quick prayer or thought of thankfulness is often the perfect snap-out-of-it cure to thoughts like those. It's just healthy. 

So if you see me staring glassy-eyed at a wall or being so deep in thought that I walk into light poles, by all means give me a (gentle) slap across the face and tell me to enjoy this moment, this day, right now. I'll have plenty of time to enjoy las cosas hermosas de España...once I'm in España.

(Disclaimer to anyone who ends up reading/following this blog: I am a quote-addict. Call me cliche. Call me a cheeseball. I simply happen to think that other people have a better way with words than I do. And I like words, oh do I ever like words, so I collect them. Whatever. It’s healthier (and takes up considerably less space) than collecting dryer lint or large pieces of concrete or cats, so to each his own. So if you’re not a quote-loving sort of person…you may be irked by this blog. Apologies, but you’ve been warned.)

One last one for the road…

“Normal day, let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass by you in quest of some rare or perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so.” -Mary Jean

-sorry for the weird formatting on this, folks. still getting used to this wordpress thing…


Un mes hasta…/One month to go until departure.


Wow. It’s really only one, UN month before I leave. You’ll have to forgive me weaving Spanish words into my primarily English blog posts. I’m trying to get in the zone, but would like you all to still be able to understand what I’m writing about, jaja (that would be the Español version of “haha” FYI).

Anyway: the countdown is on. I do not have my visa (though I know it’s ready, now). Don’t have a plane ticket booked. Am still fully inhabiting my apartment with nada packed up. Okaaaay…well, no time like the present. It just seems like this all crept up on me! (Well, it sort of did, as we’d originally planned on leaving about a week/week and a half later than we are now, but just found out that we have training for our positions with an English teaching academy in Logroño on the 12th of September.)

It’s all good, though. I’m trying to meet up with friends and tie up loose ends before I leave, and what gets done, gets done, I suppose. For now, I’m daydreaming about Sp—I mean WORKING at a coffee shop while listening to the most glorious Pandora station: Paco de Lucia (a Spanish/flamenco guitarist). While I’m well aware that Spain is not all flamenco and bullfights (oh, but if it were…) the music of their heritage is still an integral part of their culture and a way I can feel like I’m getting to know it.

Me encanta este canción… (doesn’t that express so much more passion than “I love this song”?!!) and I hope you enjoy it too!