We all bounded down the village streets weaving between the massive numbers of Spaniards with an unbelievable aura surrounding us. The night was illuminated with lanterns that crisscrossed above us, music that pounded throughout our body and the smells of street tapas and fair food lingering in the thickness of the nights air.
“Working here must be so magical.”
From which I say, (with an ever-so slightly painted on smile) “Yes, its fabulous….truly an experience.”
This is what happens when you get too comfortable. This is what happens you forget the mentality of the name. This is, my friends, what happens when you start. thinking. she’s. ‘invincible.’
Not a soul knew of our 57 hour journey back home…. and I was ready to implode with anticipation as it bubbled right up and over me. Ray and I had just finished the longest lay-over-tasic’ trek of our lives and it finally all came down to this moment.