Aglow
Sometimes when you travel, particularly when you have stood still for a long while, the places you visit get inside you. today I feel positively aglow, willingly invaded by the basking golden glow of Iberian sunshine.
I am in the stunning new airport in Madrid awaiting my flight back to my new home in London and I can feel the warmth and contentment radiating from me.
The parties over the weekend were wild and exciting, the people unbelievably open, helped no doubt by old friends from San Francisco - now Londoners, Andreas and Massimo, who seem to both know everyone and be welcomed by them. A better introduction I could not have had.
Not enough sleep, not enough food but there was hardly time to stop . There were too many things to see and do, to many people to meet to let me feet touch the ground for long - little own my head hit the pillow.
Something in me feels like it has come alive again, a contentment and connection to the world that I have not felt since San Francisco. I still have no idea how this latest adventure, this chapter in my life, will play out. But I am sure this was the right decision.
London is apparently a little grey today, and wrapped in a blanket of tension from the latest terrorist threats, but I am heading back there a glow with the warmth of Spain and the excitement of unknown possibilities.
The ramblings from the semi-charmed life of an about to be 40 Australian fag with delusions of normalcy.