Guiri's

This past weekend I went off for a second go round in Barcelona, was it incredible? Yes. It was a blast and a half. I met up with Jackie, Josh, and Jésus and had one of the most entertaining, yet exhausting, weekends ever. We saw everything, ate everything, and met probably everyone there was to know. Well maybe not met everyone, but we met a lot of people that were stinking great.

My flight was at 6:30 Thursday morning so I had to leave for Sevilla Wednesday night to be there on time for my flight. This turned out being really interesting. Turns out the Sevilla airport closes from 1:30 to 5:30 so I ended up having to spend the night sitting out in front of the airport with some other travelers. It was cold, I didn't sleep, and I refused to sit down because I didn't want to get dirty. But it wasn't all bad. I met an Italian guy name Sylvio who lives in Barcelona and lives a pretty cool life. When he wants to work he works as a bartender or as a concierge in hotels, and when he doesn't want to work he works as a private tour guide for rich people. He's been all over the world. Since last August he's been to Thailand, China, Vietnam, Brazil, Morocco, and I'm more than likely leaving something out. He was a really nice guy and we got to talking and got pretty chummy. It was a good way to make the time pass while sitting out there.

When it was time to go our separate ways I kind of dissed Sylvio on accident. We were both headed to Barcelona, and like I said we got chummy, so he said something about meeting up in Barcelona. I thought he said that maybe we'd run into each other into Barcelona, but when I looked over he had his hand going towards his phone as if to get my number. Unfortunately I was already laughing about running into each other in such a big city, and he pulled away from his phone. I felt like a jerk. What was creepy was that after I arrived in Barcelona I took a little nap in the airport and when I was leaving I ran into Sylvio again. We grabbed breakfast, grabbed the train, and then we parted. Good guy.

The rest of the trip was ridiculous. I took a bajillion pictures. Ate a bajillion things. And spent a bajillion dollars. Not really but it felt like it. Actually I didn't spend as much as I thought I would, so that's good.

While in Barcelona I had a period of "life thinking." I want to work hard. I'd like to interact with people and be creative and take risks. I'd like to work on something and then have it pay off big time and feel a since of accomplishment. I want to wear a tie. I want to carry a briefcase. But I don't want to wear a suit. I thought I didn't want to make any money because it'd only be a distraction, but now I do. I'd like to drive a Porsche one day. I'd like to have a farm. I want to help those in need. I want to work in the ministry. I want to travel. I want to have a family. I don't want to have to juggle my family and work. I want to speak spanish daily. I'd like to adopt a kid. I'd like to write a children's book. I'm registering for my second to last semester at UT in a little over a week. After that it'll be time to get some of these ideas rolling and push other aside. Holy crap.