B-log

Well, i’m back in Sydney. And it feels wonderful to be back. Sydney’s mild winter chill was a welcome reprieve after the sweltering heat of Barcelona, and the temperamental London gloom. Don’t get me wrong, i love those two cities, but Sydney is home, well…one of the two at least.
Home barely a day and already i was flung back into the artroom for work. And that is a good thing. Keeping in line with my odd curiosity of not getting affected by jetlag, i was fine the next day…bright as a ladybeetle, and ready to get back into the swing of things.
I was kidding about the title about needing a holiday from the holiday. I am seriously happy to get back into a routine. As bizarre as that sounds. Another little thing i picked up on about myself is that i do like routine. I do like regularity. I used to think i was a bohemian, living a life not caring what the time was or where i would go that day…like living as we did as schoolkids on an eternal summer vacation. It doesn’t work. It can’t. Unless for one thing you have a million kazillion bucks lying around and can afford to do just that. But then again, even if i did have a million kazillion bucks i would like to routinely do stuff…like routinely have a massage, or get waxed, or routinely hit the gym (nevermind that these places could be as far away from each other from one day to the next…imagine…getting a Brazillian wax from Brazil once a month, or a swedish massage in Sweden….) Ha! Nice to dream.
I had an awesome time all in all. Spent time with family…got googly eyed and mushy at the sight of my nephew, got even more googly eyed holding him, burping him and giving him a bottle…
Spent time with friends…the best most generous friends a person could have…
Helped build a wall…shopped a lot…saw a lot of new things…re-aquainted myself with old streets…learned a lot about babies, people and culture, terrorists, and myself.

Now its back to the grind…
and as much as i look forward to the next adventure…i also know it can wait.

yes, i’m pissed off. yes i’m frustrated.

y’know how in the news there was this whole thing about 400,000 people affected by the terrorist plot in london? well, i am one of them.

i had a flight booked to leave london and head back to barcelona yesterday…needless to say i’m still here, anticlimaxing at claude’s and xents…hanging around till sunday (the earliest flight i could find outta here that my crappy el cheapo airline [ryanair] could do for me for free)running out of clean clothes, and worrying about not having enough time to spend with my new nephew in barcelona before i head back home to sydney.

one of the worst parts about this whole thing–no ok, the WORST thing about this whole thing is that i lost my notebook…a notebook that i took with me to amsterdam and jotted down the shells of my blogs…they were pretty good too (at least i thought so in my amsterdam induced state of mind)

and you know the feeling (and this has happened to most everyone i know) of typing out a really long wordy and heartfelt and passionate e-mail to someone and then for some reason or another it got erased?? the feeling that everything else you write after that will not quite suffice? well, that is how i feel.

so now nothing i write will compare to what i had on there (because 1. i am writing this after the fact, and 2. i don’t remember much of what happened–hey this is why i write things down in the first place…which is funny in itself in an un-amusing sort of way.)

but then again, looking at it from the oftentimes sickly eternal optimist way which i always end up looking at things…i’m still alive.

—barf—

oh and if your curious about amsterdam…

1. i’ll post pics as soon as i get back to bcn

2. mexican shrooms rock as they did before

3. purple haze is still my favourite pot

4. they have gotten rid of the llamas in vondelpark

5. i’m coming back here during gay pride.

(since i’m back in Barcelona at the time i am posting this and am too lazy to be buggered making a new photo album, click on this link if you are interested to see some amsterdam shots…)
Amsterdam!