This is when things start to get hectic. When the travels ramp up and my internet access gets scarce. This is when I find myself barely able to keep up with where I need to be and when I start to get behind in my storytelling. Please forgive.
I’m in London right now. I was in Spain yesterday. I fly to Tel Aviv, Israel tomorrow. Liebling and I are off for a two-week jaunt around Israel and Jordan, landing in Tel Aviv, hitting up Jerusalem and the Dead Sea before crossing into Jordanian territory and spending the week exploring places like Petra and Wadi Rum.
If you’ve been following my shenanigans on my Facebook page or on my poorly maintained Twitter (I just can’t seem to get the hang of updating that thing), you’ll know that just yesterday I was in Madrid. I spent the last week in Spain, basking in the much-needed sunshine, hanging out with some really cool ladies, and… running with bulls. You know, as you do. Because, yes, I participated in the San Fermin festival in Pamplona this year, dressed up in red and white and ran like a maniac alongside a herd of 1500 lb bulls with other maniacs crazy enough to do the same. Miracle of all miracles, I managed to run and not get hurt, apart from getting accidently socked in the eye by someone during the bull run. I’m typically way more accident-prone.
Pamplona was exhilarating, terrifying, and exhausting all at once. There are so many words to write, so many stories to tell, and a ridiculous amount of photos to share, but as I have to get to bed (early flight tomorrow!) they will have to come later. For now, here are just a few snaps of what I lived this past week:With my running partners Ms. Nicole is the New Black and Ms. Nomadic Chick as we awaited the arrival of Nicole TravelBug
A sea of red and white in Pamplona Yummy paella
Crazy Brit drinking sangria
Long story short: I had an amazing time and I want to go back, though I’m not sure I would actually run with the bulls again. Stay tuned for more updates. They may be slow coming, but they are definitely on the way!