My Spanish is not bueno. Not bueno in the least. And that's ok. Because ...
I'm good enough. I'm smart enough and, doggone it, I'm going to Spain anyway!
In less than 72 hours I'll be on a very long flight to London. And, yes, I know London is not Spain. However, it is where I will meet up with two amazing friends who I haven't seen in ages (one lives in London and the other lives in Australia) and possibly grab a pint with one of my favorite couples who recently relocated to the land of the Queen Mum.
After the London rendezvous, my trio of ladies will then head to Spain. Southern coast of Spain. Beaches. Cocktails. No cell phone. No computer. No Internet!!!
Oh God ... I'm salivating at the thought of being completely separated from technology!
Spain is not on my bucket of list of places to visit but I'm giddy as a kid in a candy store to reconnect with my wonderful friends, see new sites, read a book, and lay on the beach. The icing on the cake is not being connected to electronics for over a week. Heaven on Earth!
And please don't think I'm sugar coating this blog posting. I do plan on speaking enough Spanish to get me into trouble. It is the only way I can justify all of the glorious stories that will flow from this trip. I imagine the stories will start off with "I meant to say 'Where is the main street?' and I actually said 'Do you kiss your goat with that mouth?'"