I’ve been here before. The first place I’d travelled to and thought, “Hey, I could actually live here.”
Five years later and I’m living in Spain, but five hours from Granada. Two bus rides. And I also happen to be one of the few people who enjoy bus rides; sometimes I don’t want them to end. My mind can entertain itself for hours – even longer if I provide it with an iPod, a book (I’m reading The Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out of the Window and Disappeared – I highly recommend) and a tattered journal….because what authentic writer doesn’t have a journal which isn’t tattered?
On the four day trip to Granada I hope to: have a break from the classroom, meet some new people, indulge in nostalgia from my last trip to Granada and hear some Aussie accents. Normally, like all other Aussies, I am trying to get away from Aussies. But living in my small city in Spain I haven’t met any others, even in my brief trip to Seville. So I’m kind of feeling a little Aussie-sick. Oh, to hear that accent again. I’m sure I’ll get over it quickly. On the bus ride I am listening to Sunk Loto and Xavier Rudd: I am overeager.