Next week will in no way be like this week. This week I was working my quasi-grownup job (ie. I have to wear a collared shirt and slacks and send emails). Next week I will be watching a Matador take down a full grown bull in Madrid and prancing among the tulips of Amsterdam.So how did all this come about? After all, it's not everyday you pack your quart-sized backpack and travel around the world. Two weeks ago I thought I'd be confined to my steaming room in Provo, studying accounting and working my somewhat-adult job before driving up to Seattle to do an internship. But my sister and Mom already had a trip to Amsterdam planned and as their departure date arrived, I started to get 'the itch', and my mind started drifting off trying to work out a way that I could be on that plane with them. In the end, of course my instincts got the best of me, I dropped all my classes for the Spring, and had bought tickets to Europe.
I have no idea what I've gotten my self into, but I live for this kind of thing. You'll probably hear from me again in Madrid.
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