Day One - On the plane to Madrid and in Madrid
Trip Start Jun 01, 2004
20Trip End Sep 01, 2004
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My sister called. It reminded me that I am connected. She said I gave her a renewed enthusiasm in the face of feeling her aging (she's 48). A friend's wife, at his prompting, called also to share that she likes me "best" of all his friends.
My door(s)are swinging. I think the unrealness is about just not having much drama in doing this trip. It's just moment to moment. In this moment nothing is "too big", "too complicated" to manage. When I wonder what it's going to be like when I get there, then I slip down the slope to fear. I've done pretty well staying present and only lost my sunglasses this morning in the airport in Phoenix. Oh yeah, also my English-Spanish dictionary on the plane to Newark or Madrid.
Stayin' present....I feel quite tired at the moment. It's hard work being around people as I leave - even my daughter and Cyanne and my cousin's lovely family. Now, at this moment, I'm off into the world and into an inner world of my own. Why do I suddenly feel selfish and lonely? A moment ago I was starting to feel content. It is 1000 in Phonix. I think that means it is 1800 in Madrid. I think I'll go ask someone.
(In Madrid) I honestly can't figure out what day it is at the moment. I'm in a hostel in down town Madrid, in the heart of "old" Madrid and the "art district". Just by luck. I Managed somehow to find a bus to here from the airport. No help from my wonderful phrase book as it is back on the plane. Duh! So, I was walking around in a big, beautiful park heading for The Prada Museum(I thought), feeling pleased with myself for having gotten this far. My main plan was to just arrive in Madrid and get to some tourist information office and I'd figure it out from there. Perhaps naivete pays off. "Information" at the airport got me to the bus that got me down town. "Information" got me to a hostel right around the corner and also directions to The Prada. (to be continued)