It’s been an eventful 3 1/2 months bouncing around the world, and as I come back to the states over yet another ocean, the Atlantic, I’m grateful that once again, I could end my journey abroad in the glorious country of Spain.
From walking through the curious mind of Gaudi and his awe-inspiring Sagrada Familia, to some of the most delicious food I’ve ever been lucky enough to feast upon, Spain has been the icing on the cake; the belly of the pig; the gravy in the pan; the croquette’s crunch; the barnacle’s neck — I could go on indefinitely, so I’ll stop before I overreach myself.
You get the idea.
Spain is the Bee’s Knees.
But how quickly time flies.
In September I left for Bangkok. Now, I find myself sitting on the plane filling out the countries I’ve visited since departure on the customs form, watching the little white plane on the overhead screen get closer and closer to that landmass I call home. It’s yellow tail crawling slowly across the Atlantic.
Memories I’ve made in each of those countries indelibly scrawled across my mind, but it’s not over. It never really is. Now my journey begins once more in America as I make my way home. My first stop is one of my favorite cities in the world — New York City.
But first, here are some photos.