These last few days have been particularly good. I’m meeting people in Madrid, I’m exploring new places, and I’m pushing myself personally. I’ve been trying this new thing where I don’t keep myself completely guarded. For example, I’ve already admitted to Super Ninja* that I tend to freak out when little stressful things start piling up in my life.
FOR EXAMPLE, LIKE THIS VOLCANO IN ICELAND. Super Ninja is supposed to be here on Friday, flying into Madrid. Of course, anyone rational would either say, “Well, find a different mode of transportation or reschedule.” My brain, though? It’s on overload. “CHECK THE TRAIN TIMETABLES. NO, THEY’RE TOO COMPLICATED FOR ME TO UNDERSTAND RIGHT NOW.”
And then, naturally, my mind progresses deeper into chaos:
“NOOOOO! WHAT ABOUT YOUR FLIGHTS THROUGHOUT EUROPE NEXT MONTH? YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO GO FROM JEREZ TO FRANKFURT FOR A WHOLE WEEK, AND WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO–AAAAHHH, WHAT IF YOU CAN’T GET OUT OF ITALY AND TO ENGLAND? WHAT IF YOU DO AND YOUR FLIGHT OUT OF ENGLAND IS CANCELED AND YOU’RE STUCK IN THE U.K. TIL THE END OF JUNE? T IS GOING TO KILL YOU IF YOU DON’T GET BACK TO THE U.S.A. AND GET YOUR DRESS ALTERED FOR HER WEDDING!”
Yes, my frantic, over-worked mind works in ALL CAPS(!!!), and I hate it.
So, currently, while I seem cool and collected on the outside, my calendar of travel plans for the next month is all jumbled because of a volcano with bad timing. Grrrr. I know everything will be fine. I can deal with train travel and time tables and all that. I know you can take the train into London. If I have to schedule a flight back to the States from a different airport, so be it. If I’m delayed a week or so, I know I have a way to get my rent check to my roommate, and I have “emergency savings” in the bank for, well, emergencies.
It’d just be so much easier if I knew Teh Ninja was going to get here safely for sure. Then my only concern would be where to sleep during the weekend and how not to gain 500 lbs. from delicious Spanish food. *sigh*
Also, being stranded in Rome at the end of my trip for a few extra days wouldn’t be so bad.
ON A DIFFERENT NOTE, this weekend has been great so far. I learned how to use the Metro and which búho takes me to my house, so now I can stay out late and have fun in Madrid. I met new people and discovered a new area of Madrid that is totally awesome. It’s kind of like some elements of Capitol Hill (Seattle’s Cap Hill) were transplanted over in Chueca: very gay-friendly with lots of neat little restaurants and other things to explore. The restaurant we had dinner at was pretty great, too; good prices and cheap, cheap wine.
Anyway, I should probably take a shower. Read a book. Get out of the house. Do things that don’t involve over-thinking every element of this crazy trip I’m on.
Calgon, take me away.
*(Bahaha! You’re stuck with this now.)