Day four and it feels like forever. The path thus far has been exciting, yet we've seen almost nothing terrible or crazy, a complete blessing. Blessings coming not only in the form of friend's internet to check couchsurfing possibilities, cheap marcados to buy 4 kilos of apples for almost nothing, or a extra towel to use before cracking out the old camping napkin (I have one of those light weight ultra wick towels that makes you think your using a towel). It is more so the people that come along with those blessings. We've really lucked out across the board.
The first was Saoul in Copenhagen, a Columbian we met on the metro who gave great advise about what to see in the city within an hour. He used to work in Aruba and would get lots of clients from the States. The best thing he said was "I'll tell you to go this way, because I'll be heading in the opposite direction to go to work, okay?" beautiful. They all come like that.
The train clerk's jokes at the Madrid airports jokes about what hostels she thought looked good from the outside. Our host at a random hostel in Madrid dropping his price by 30E because "Well that all you have right?" We woke the next morning to construction literally right outside our window (Jeff could have grabbed the contractor's leg) but soon found we stayed less then half a block away right from the illustrious Prado museum.
For the last three days we've been kept in the loving arms of the angels of Jaen. Carly is Jeff's friend from university who for some glorious reason hosted us smelly american boys and showed us around the city. I feel much more acculturated after talking with Carly, her roommates and her other american and scottish friends working in the city. every last one of them has given us something to take for the rest of the trip, not with our hands but in our heads and hearts. they all helped us off our heads, onto our feet by indulging us with Kebabs, cafe con leche, a few grand rounds of Parcheesi, and allowing us to destroy their kitchen to make Hawaiian burgers (we cleaned up afterward, and the American girls went to the living room, while the Spainish roommates fluttered around us saying "Are you sure we can't help you clean?"). Well our next step is a mystery. Just this morning as I was writing this a couch surfer from Granada responded with only this "Its way too late to be organising anything around Semana Santa.Good luck." Thanks don. I guess they all can't be saints. Once we've had our last shower, ate a banana or three and packed our bags it's off to the bus station (the only, ONLY thing open on Sundays in Spain) with our map. We'll have to see who we meet.
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"It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home." -Rumi
3 comments:
CB! How wonderful to be reading your blog. I can't believe that we are both bloggers now. I am so happy that you have had a wonderful start to your trip and I have now doubt that even more craziness and ridiculousness will soon find you. We are entering semana santa over here in el salvador, as well, and we are probably going to have to lay low.
I can't wait to here more. I think of you both all the time and love thinking about how we are making paths across the world on different continents but that our paths might intersect soon!
love,
tessa (and alisa)
No doubt that by the time you read this you will have experienced more adventure. Know that you are in my prayers and I look forward to reading more! Blessings and safe couch surfing!
Hey guys,
Monica passed your blog address along. This is great - living vicariously through you. Jayne & Mary
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