Travel always throws off my routines, and I confess last week I didn’t rest at all. I wondered if these week was destined to be the same. I recently installed a new theme for this blog (did you notice the difference?), and making everything look right took six hours of tweaking. I’m still not satisfied with it. Wouldn’t it be better to finish that, get into the middle of the book I came to Spain to begin ghostwriting, answer a few emails, and twitter away the day?
Who needs rest, especially when traveling has so hindered my productive routines?
Tomorrow, however, is my last day in Spain. On Monday, I will begin a forty-one hour travel day (yes, forty-one!) after which I will arrive safe and sound back to my small apartment in Georgia.
Yes, I suppose I should rest. I suppose I should take this place in because isn’t it beautiful? Isn’t it amazing I’m here? Aren’t I lucky?
Why would I throw gratefulness to the pigs when I have the chance at joy?