Learning a language feels like climbing sometimes. The first days in a new area leave you feeling confused and flailing. But after a few days of consistency, you start to feel the flow. Some days you’re spot on for no reason at all, the next you can barely do your warm up and you have no idea why. Sometimes a few rest days leave you extra motivated and on top of your game. Always in the end no matter how much you think you know, there are a million pieces of the language you have yet to learn.
We’ve passed the half way mark of our trip here in Spain and as much as I’m trying to convince myself of all the reasons it’ll be fun to go back to the states (it will get hot here, I can get a big bottle of hot sauce, I’ll get my iphone back) none of it is really working. I have years worth of projects here, tons of friends around, it’ll probably be perfect for another two months, and even an iphone covered in hot sauce will never be as good as hard send here.
That being said I’m doing my best to live up my mantra of being in the moment and enjoying the next three weeks here without thinking too much about the future, (minus the necessary time travel preparations like where we’re going to live and how the heck were going to get there.) Besides that it’ll just be more climbing on pretty blue limestone, living the tranquilo and life and knowing there’s no better place to be.
Nice little spsniah roctrip!you guys stay by chris & daila’s house?It’s been a while since i watch you’re climbing foto’s and you give the inspirations you’re the best and thanks for that!see you maybe in south of France