And I'm Off...sort of

And, I'm off to parts unknown. By unknown, I mean unknown to me. But first, let me say I'm a hot mess at the moment. I just could not go a Sunday and not do shoulder day. As a consequence I think I managed to tweak a nerve and I'm paying for it now. I'm sporting a pretty cool headache, but I'm also pretty sure it's partially stress related too. Yeah go figure, I'm like the pillar of "kewl". Go ahead, roll your eyes, I'll wait!

Now that I have your attention, by now, I'm actually in Porto, Portugal. That's assuming my flight plans all went according to, well according to plan. I'm going to feel mighty foolish if you're reading this and I haven't yet made it to where I'm going. Oh well.....

So that you feel part of the "experience" I put together something special for you.

Not my plane but it looked cool. 🤣

Oh and if you're a Spotify listener, I put together Camino playlist. Although I should prepare you, if this playlist doesn't, um doing something for you, you might just be weirder than me. But you're here now, and you obviously feel some weird obligation to look around and see just what nonsense is here.

When I paid for the plane ticket, and bought the travel insurance, it was pretty obvious at that point that I was fully committed to this trip. And it's then that I thought I needed to check what gear I had and would need to acquire before heading out on this "non pilgrimage"

Note to self, when you have a last name like mine, people naturally assume I speak Spanish. Ok so you're thinking, "no, not at all" well "They" do, especially if you're flying on the flagship airline of Spain, Iberia.  OMG the "look" I got from the flight attendant.  Pretty sure it was the "yeah, sure you don't, no worries dude we got you covered, wink wink. If that wasn't so bad, I saw him talking to another flight attendant and they both turned and looked at me. Maybe they were just  admiring my shoulders.  IYKYK! Seriously I need to come up with something else to be self conscious about.

Ok so the flight attendant's name is George, he's actually ok. That may be the wine talking. Yeah, I'm on the flight drinking wine. And YES damnit, I feel fancy.

And now it's 7:27pm east coast time and I'm about to drink coffee because they served me cake for dessert. Yeah, I completely forgot that just about everyone else in the world drinks coffee at night after dinner.  Holy Crap, we land in 4:15 mins, 05:52 in Madrid. I'm never going to sleep.  I'll be up the rest of the evening. Or I could just ask George to leave the bottle of red wine and I'll just get to sleep that way. Sure like that's what I need a hangover in a foreign country. As I'm sure you've guessed, that wouldn't be a first for me.  I finally turned off the overhead light. Maybe I'll go to sleep, or maybe I'll stay awake and be like a vampire, or more like a zombie. Again IYKYK!

Until next time, stay outta trouble, and if you can't do that. Don't get caught!

Tim