
So why Spain? Is it TMI to tell you that I was conceived there? Well, even if it is, it's true. My parents lived there for about 5 years before I was born and they moved back to the Bay Area only a few months before I made my entrance into the world. I grew up hearing a lot about Spanish culture and as I've mentioned before, I was even a flamenco dancer for Halloween when I was 5 or 6. If I had a picture of it, rest assured that I would let you see it. I also spent about 8 hours in the Madrid Barajas airport in the Spring of 2002 on my way to Italy. So I actually already have a stamp in my passport from Spain and I think that I inhaled enough second hand smoke during those 8 hours to take a significant number days off my life, so it totally counts, right? I think so - who cares what you think. :)
I do have a few goals on this trip:
I do have a few goals on this trip:
- See a bullfight
- Dance the flamenco
- Ride a camel in flippin' Africa. I mean...riding the camels at Marine World Africa USA isn't quite the same as riding one in Africa.
- Come back alive.
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