Six years ago I went to meet my parents for NYE in Sevilla. I took a fancy speedy train where I sat near an annoying child listening to a movie without headphones. Luckily Spanish people are really open when they have a problem with you and a nice dude in a nice suit came from a few rows back and was like “you need to turn that sh*t off”. That’s how I would have translated it anyways, but thank god! I don’t know why in moments like that I would feel bad about causing a stir or hurting someones feelings or having to ride with them the rest of the way after ruining their unique and terrible plan to entertain their child. I tried to be chic and go hang out in the bar area with the other fancy men for a bit, but mostly I enjoyed watching the countryside whiz by in solitude.
If we could make train travel a thing, I’d be into it. Somehow meeting up with my parents was like a miraculous sighting near an orange tree and a statue of Don Juan where we rejoiced and then went into a windy path to their apartment.
That wasn’t the last time that I was in Spain, but it was the last time that I was there for the New Year.
And here we are the year before in Madrid. Thank goodness for the year on the glasses for chronological purposes
Those were probably some of my favorite NYE because it wasn’t insane or expensive or me wondering who I would kiss at midnight and concluding that it would be nobody before the night even began…when you party with your parents you don’t have any of those worries. I’ll be going back to that wonderful worry free experience because it is all organized by EF and I will be one of many on a dorky tour; teachers of the Midwest unite.
While I only get three real days in Madrid, I’ll take what I can get because it’s probably one of my favorite cities in the world and also it’s basically free. I’ll pay for it later when I take my students on a ten day tour through Germany and Switzerland.
It’s going to be a wonderful conclusion to what has been a pleasant year overall. I’m not sure at what point exactly I’m measuring my year, but September feels most accurate for my teacher self. Summer was just me working mostly all of the time, so I feel fortunate that I get to have a true vacation where I get to go somewhere besides my bed!
No one usually writes about being 31, and while 30 was a nice age, it really does just keep getting better. For example, this will be the year I’m confident that I will tell a child to put on some god damn headphones/ stop kicking me/ shut the F up 4real/ read a book. Besos, felices fiestas, and updates coming from Madrid in 2019.