plugged

PART 1

I love palm trees. Yesterday, fui a la playa con mis amigos. Sand between my toes. Laying under the shining sun. It was great for a Sunday afternoon. Afterwards, I watched el partido de futbol at a restaurant. The walk there from the beach was so worth the coke and chips.
Today, I caught myself smiling again. I walk through the city cada día, plugged, listening to la música como MGMT, Drake, Sam Sparro, Trey Songz, and Phoenix. I see couples, families, friends, all in love. The environment is fresh, vibrant, busy, laid-back, and exciting. I love how each person has their unique style. I was pretty tired on my way back from school today – I decided to attend a drawing class, and it was pretty exciting. I have the painting portion tomorrow – can’t wait… On my way backing the metro, I plugged myself once again, and observed others as they continued their daily habits. People watching teaches you a lot, you’ll be surprised. While in tune with my music, I started to think about myself – being in such an amazing city – wanting reality to hit me. I still felt like I was in a dream, and would wake up in any moment. I finally got off at my stop, La Sagrada Familia, and walked out with dozens of other people, walking from the damp, warm tunnels, up the stairs, to the cool breeze outside. Gaudi’s mysterious building appeared in the corner of my eye once again. I had to stop and look, as usual. I smiled. As I continued walking, it started to sprinkle – I love the smell of the misty rain. Each drop that touched my skin brought a sense of comfort along with a doze of reality. I am here. I am living the life in Barcelona. :)

PART 2

I don´t have access to internet. Is that good or bad? Frustration. I feel like I am detached from the world - from the world I once knew. Hecho de menos mis amigos y mi familia. I miss the sound of your voice and the familiar smile. ¿Donde esta el enchufe? I want to be plugged in back into that warm place, where my music plays. It´s raining, I have lost my voice, I have a cold, and all I want to do is curl up in my bed and wake up to something familiar. I am overwhelmed by the invasion of foreign words - my mind is becoming tired of playing the game. Yet, it craves more. It´s a constant battle, a game of tug-of-war. I want to learn more than I can imagine. This confusion and frustration is permitting me to break through the dark cloud in order to feel the warmth of the sun. I have rooted myself here and I am on my way to growing. I am ready to stretch my petals. Todavia, I look back once again, and still yearn for that familiar warmth. But I know you are still there. I miss you. I´ll see you soon!