Right now...
I want to go home. Get on a plane...be on board only long enough to watch a commercial-free sitcom or a BBC documentary and have some ginger ale and peanuts...then be met at the airport by people who love me (and speak fluent English).
I want to lay on the couch with a bowl of Fruity Pebbles with the box stationed nearby for easy refills.
I want to watch Colbert Report.
I want to go to sleep at a normal hour (say 11 or 12 o'clock) without the aid of sleeping pills.
I want to turn on the air conditioning AND the ceiling fan. I want to NEED the blankets piled on my bed.
I want to have dreams that don't involve ants.
I want my first conscious thought to be something besides "God, Please!" as the 4-year old's resonant cries of "Mamita! Mamita!"stab into my dreams.
I want to wake up without feeling groggy.
I want something besides bread and coffee for breakfast.
I want to read the newspaper, watch the news, have a casual conversation, do my laundry or ask for directions without the aid of a dictionary (correction, I don't want to have to ask for directions at all).
I want the doorknob to be on the right hand side of the door, where it's supposed to be, not in the middle of it.
I want to plug in whatever I want.
I want cell phone service.
I want to use my cash or card without trying to calculate how much it is in euros.
I want 1 euro to equal 1 dollar.
I want to conjugate verbs when I speak, without thinking about it.
I want a hug.
I want to hug people I care about.
I want to feel wanted everywhere I go.
I want to be understood.
I want to understand.
I want to be grateful.
I want to recognize, every moment, what a fantastic opportunity it is to be here.
I want to learn the language.
I want to have tapas and wine.
I want to take more pictures.
I want to take the Metro, just pick a random stop and walk around.
I want to read in the park.
I want to watch the openly affectionate people there.
I want to play tennis with Augustin.
I want to touch the walls of a 16th century building.
I want to see the Prado Museum & the Reina Sophia Museum.
I want to write about everything and everybody.
I want to see more of the world.
I want to remember this time forever.
I want to live this life.
2 comments:
I could say that I miss you, because I do, but after sitting through professional development this weekend I would not wish you to come home for you too would have had to endure it. Viva Espania! Enjoy yourself, because it is all coming to an end too soon!
I definitely empathize with the desire for Fruity Pebbles. When I taught English in China for a couple of months, what did I miss most (besides a few beloved people)? Cereal. Oh, and toilets that could handle toilet paper.
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