Well, my dear friends, it seems that I find myself on the road once again. It felt odd and not entirely real to begin with. It was only in the moments of my tearful goodbyes to my parents that it began to feel as though it was all happening. I think the oddness in feeling that I experienced was thanks to my general happiness in my own country and general state of being, it feels strange to be leaving when every aspect of my home life is so fine and dandy. Despite all that I am happy to be a young and carefree traveller again, although, typical of Kit travels, it has not been without a few minor hiccups...
The two most ¨Kit¨ hiccups share the word ´pass´. The first of the passes includes a fallen and consequently momentarily lost passport. Jonathan had been the sole carer of my passport before arriving in the Mother Land, upon arriving he thought that I (being an adult)would be responsible enough to take care of my own identity. He was wrong. The passport slipped from my lap onto the floor without my knowledge, I walked off the plane, walked halfway towards customs before panic, in the form of a swift metaphorical slap, hit me clean across the cheek. I ditched Jonathan´s look of confusion and disbelief and sprinted back towards our A380. Thankfully the passport was dutifully waiting where it had been left.
Hiccup number one complete.
Trouble number two involved Kit being removed from the train in Madrid, pale as a ghost and as dizzy as though I had been around a roundabout several times. I came particularly close to my friend fainting in that moment on the train, luckily we escaped the confines of the train before I keeled over on all unsuspecting Spainards!
I promised there would be a hint of drama, and there you have it!
The motion of the following few days has been smooth. Madrid is a masterpiece of architecture and gardens. The Madridian people are very friendly, two inhabitants in particular have been wonderful company! I have two friends who took us out for a Sangreia haze of a night in a marvelous place called The Cave. We had a fabulous time being smothered by the attentions of surrounding Spanairds when they (the girls) took a fancy to my boyfriend...he quickly fell into the position of celebrity, he did so with such ease that I am beginning to wonder if I could make some money from his star quality!
The days in general have seen us lolling about in gardens and palaces, the nights have filled us with sangreia and tapas...despite the initial difficulty in ordering these items.
We spent Saturday in a fascinating walled town called Toledo, a medieval village which has been frozen in time and now we are preparing to check out of our hostel and take the overnight train to Lisbon, Portugal. It has been a wonderful reintroduction to the world of traveling, thanks for following us.
Love to all of you!
The two most ¨Kit¨ hiccups share the word ´pass´. The first of the passes includes a fallen and consequently momentarily lost passport. Jonathan had been the sole carer of my passport before arriving in the Mother Land, upon arriving he thought that I (being an adult)would be responsible enough to take care of my own identity. He was wrong. The passport slipped from my lap onto the floor without my knowledge, I walked off the plane, walked halfway towards customs before panic, in the form of a swift metaphorical slap, hit me clean across the cheek. I ditched Jonathan´s look of confusion and disbelief and sprinted back towards our A380. Thankfully the passport was dutifully waiting where it had been left.
Hiccup number one complete.
Trouble number two involved Kit being removed from the train in Madrid, pale as a ghost and as dizzy as though I had been around a roundabout several times. I came particularly close to my friend fainting in that moment on the train, luckily we escaped the confines of the train before I keeled over on all unsuspecting Spainards!
I promised there would be a hint of drama, and there you have it!
The motion of the following few days has been smooth. Madrid is a masterpiece of architecture and gardens. The Madridian people are very friendly, two inhabitants in particular have been wonderful company! I have two friends who took us out for a Sangreia haze of a night in a marvelous place called The Cave. We had a fabulous time being smothered by the attentions of surrounding Spanairds when they (the girls) took a fancy to my boyfriend...he quickly fell into the position of celebrity, he did so with such ease that I am beginning to wonder if I could make some money from his star quality!
The days in general have seen us lolling about in gardens and palaces, the nights have filled us with sangreia and tapas...despite the initial difficulty in ordering these items.
We spent Saturday in a fascinating walled town called Toledo, a medieval village which has been frozen in time and now we are preparing to check out of our hostel and take the overnight train to Lisbon, Portugal. It has been a wonderful reintroduction to the world of traveling, thanks for following us.
Love to all of you!
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It wouldn't be traveling if there weren't any hiccups! I want to know how the A380 was...I'm going on it in July to LA! Sounds like you are having a fantastic time and I'm verrry jealous!
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