So tomorrow I leave to fly to Spain.

The longest I have ever been on an airplane is six hours, which makes me want to tear my hair out. This flight is eight and a half hours, which makes me feel a little nervous. Of course, after the plane ride is over, I'll be here.



I've never wished more deeply that I was a photographer. I'll take pictures, but this seems to me like a place that I won't be able to truly capture without the talent of the photographer's eye. I can write about it, which is something. This place has existed since 123 BC. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. This makes New Orleans seem an infant by comparison. I can't begin to imagine how rich with human past this place will feel.

After Friday, we leave Palma and fly to Madrid. Sadly, I did not know the Puerta de Alcalá was in Madrid, as I've only seen it in movies and in a video game. I hope we will have time to go see it.



Finally at thirty, I'm leaving the country for the first time. I can't wait.