Spain
I am carefully playing with the idea of moving to Spain for a few months or something after my study (with Thijs). This week two women in their forties told me I should go, because I'm young and I don't have a family to consider as of yet, and I realized that they were right. The only way to learn Spanish properly is to go and live there for awhile, and my god, it's something I've always wanted, deep down. I don't know though, because I don't know exactly what to do there, it costs a lot of money, I imagine (money that I don't have as of yet) and I wouldn't know how and where to start organizing, if I really wanted to do it. Argh. It would be so incredibly kick-ass if I'd do it. Because you know, I have spent too much time not doing things I wanted because I didn't dare to, and I don't want to look back on my life with regret. And we're talking about Spain here. My heart lies in Spain. I love it there, I do. I can't leave that country without bawling my eyes out. It's too long since I've been there. I want to go. I need to go. God. I'd be damn proud of myself if I'd do it. Really. I'll keep you posted about this.
In other news, Thijs is moving out. Have I already mentioned that? He's got a room in the center, and the location is plain gorgeous. He's only got the key this Friday so he's still busy painting and whatnot. But whee, I actually think it's pretty awesome he's got a place for himself now.
In other news, Thijs is moving out. Have I already mentioned that? He's got a room in the center, and the location is plain gorgeous. He's only got the key this Friday so he's still busy painting and whatnot. But whee, I actually think it's pretty awesome he's got a place for himself now.