I’ve been home for 3 days now and still have not come to terms with this fact.
my flight departs in eight hours. I’m actually leaving.
no time like the present to finish that liter of red wine.
Olympic Uniforms of the Day: For those still griping over United States athletes wearing Chinese-made uniforms, things could be worse. Spain is in the midst of a banking crisis, and widespread spending cuts hit the Spanish Olympic team in the worst way — sartorially speaking. The national Olympic committee opted for freebies made by Russian designer Bosco, rather than fork over 1.5 million Euros in public money.
Many Spanish athletes have voiced displeasure over the ostentatious design, but Spanish officials said the uniforms were approved more than a year ago. In the end, you get what you pay for.
(Source: thedailywhat, via shapelessmelodies)
reflection, part two.
I just checked in for my flight to go home on Tuesday. I remain uncertain of how to feel. I’m happy, sad, appreciative, nostalgic, and more emotions which I can’t accurately describe.
This summer changed me, and undoubtedly for the better. I really like who I am today more so than the person I was upon leaving New York in May. I’ve begun to appreciate life’s little pleasures and not take any moment for granted. I’ve developed a new found appreciation for my family and everything they do. I realized how much my friends and family meant to me when I couldn’t see them everyday anymore. I strengthened a lot of relationships, and made new ones. Not everyone is so fortunate to have these wonderful people and things in their life. I’m very lucky and won’t forget it anytime soon. I feel as if now I have a more positive outlook on life.
I couldn’t think of a better way, or mindset to have, to begin my final year of college. This is the happiest I’ve been in a long time. If I could go back and do this all again, I would without a moment’s hesitation.
(Source: shapelessmelodies)
this reminds me of the dreaded pulpo from melide. there were literally just pots and pots of what I considered to be octopus/squid soup. desperate times, desperate measures on the camino. a girl’s gotta eat.
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I just spoke with a friend about my troubles with leaving Barcelona and this is what he shared with me.
There is no way to prepare yourself for leaving. You just need to get on the plane.
one more week in barcelona. meep.
I’m not ready to leave this beautiful place.
el camino de santiago - part 4
el camino de santiago - part 3
