Monday, January 27, 2014
A. Big. Birthday.
I feel like I should be more freaked out about turning 50 than I am. Actually, I'm happy. Not necessarily about the age, but on the other hand, I've gotten here, relatively intact, with a good man, a home, a fledgling business, the skills to feed myself, a lot of great friends and animals and more than a few sewing machines.
What more could I want, really?
Well, travel. Travel is always good.
And travel is what's happening in the spring. We haven't been away for over 2 years, and it's beginning to wear on us. A friend-of-a-friend went to Barcelona in the fall and posted tempting pictures to Facebook, and I added Spain to my list of places to randomly check airfare prices. And late last week, it happened.
Not that I cared, really. I clicked "buy" so fast I think I sprained my keyboard. Airbnb has supplied us with an apartment for less per day than our last cheap hotel (really - not to mention how much fun it was to browse apartments for several hours before making a choice) and now all I have to think about is making a few new things to wear on vacation.