My Photo Journal of Barcelona, Spain!
This month has been a bit of a struggle for me.
:::WARNING: FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS AHEAD:::
After buying my plane ticket home, I have had a plethora of revelations. One, I’m going home in less than 2 months. Two, I’m going home in less than two months. And three, I’m going home in less than two months, I’m going… I’m going home in… Holy Crap, I have less than two months…
You get the picture.
The stress of it all has put me in a strange sort of funk where the only time I want to leave the house is when it involves traveling to another country or making money. And home isn’t much of a sanctuary considering that I do the bulk of my work from my house.
To make a long story short, there couldn’t have been a better time for me to stumble upon an all…
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It started with a text message from an old friend;
“You know Tonya is in Europe… You should see her show.”
My first thought was to rant about how people assume that living in Europe equals having super easy access to the world. While this is kind of true (LOL), just because I live and work (YES I HAVE A JOB) in Europe doesn’t mean that I can go to an Irish Pub in Ireland every Sunday or to have pizza in Naples every time I’m craving pizza.
It didn’t matter because I knew from that moment that seeing Tonya perform in Europe was going to be my top priority. I mean, I’ve been loving this woman since her days as a school teacher performing at Cafe Istanbul in New Orleans.
I even remember the day when she tearfully announced to a crowd full of her loyal supporters that she…
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