The Long Goodbye

I just sent an email to my travel agent to begin the discussions of my return to the states, and I´m officially realizing that in about two and a half weeks I will be leaving Spain for another place and I´m a little sad.

BUT, in the last week I´ve discovered just how much I love horchata a cool milk and almond drink that they sell all over the place to cool people down in the scorching heat and humidity. Odd that dairy is used to cool down, but I love it, it´s so weird. Also, they have the equivalent of lemon slushies that are really good too.

Tomorrow I catch a bus at 4:45 AM to meet the fam in Murcia. Very excited. From there I go to the grandeur of the Alhambra, and after that I return to Valencia for a spell before Madrid and then Boston with a possible layover in NYC.

Also, is the term pulling the trigger not a national phenomenon? I swear I´ve been using this forever, but in the last two weeks, I´ve heard from several sources that they don´t know what that is. I won´t explain it because it´s just not necessary if you don´t know, but I absolutely love it (the phrase, not what it describes). Ok, I´ve just checked to see that there is a reasonable definition out there, so I think it is pretty universal. Damn, I was really hoping that this was one of the verbal innovations that my friends have come up with like "sharecropper feet," "no no NO no" "you need to learn" "you do NOT" "he needs to quit it" "lunchy lunch" "little clown" etc.

Ugh, I hate internet cafés, they don´t provide me with the environment I need to write mindlessly about crap.

I still haven´t heard from the Mallorca family which is a little upsetting, but should they call me there´s NO WAY I´m picking up the phone, especially since I had a dream that I caved in and went with them. I´ve been having very vivid dreams lately, but I won´t bore you with them since other people´s dreams are always boring unless they include you directly. I should know, the Drake shared one with me that actually put me to sleep in the middle of it. Unless of course it involves making out with celebrities like, oh, say, the Beatles.

Can´t wait to go back to the Bridge where I will whore myself out to Harvard University Libraries or something like that, maybe a café where I´ll make far less in tips than I will at home, but right now home is not looking like the most appealing option for several reasons, although IU could be fun. Does anyone know if Baby Huey found a job at IU or if he´s made the walk of shame back to 444?