Oh, and she never gives out, and she never gives in, she just changes her mind. . ."
-Billy Joel, 'She's Always a Woman to Me'
All right. I know where I'm going to be tonight, and tomorrow, and for the foreseeable future. Tonight: on a train, headed to Rome. Tomorrow: Madrid. End of the week: Buenos Aires.
That's right, I said Buenos Aires. I know it seems spur-of-the-moment, but I've been looking at it for a while, because it's so much cheaper than Madrid would be, and apparently there's a growing arts community, and lots of openings for English teachers. Anyway, you can't talk me out of it now; the tickets are bought and there's no going back. I'd planned on waiting a bit to go, but it was looking so expensive to even stay in Madrid with friends for a few weeks, and the flights I had been looking at increased in price to the point that it would have cost me nearly a thousand dollars to fly on any day until November. The cheapest flight I could find was this week, so I jumped on it.
So tonight, I have to find this hostel manager and tell him that even though I checked in this morning, I'll be leaving tonight on the last train to Rome. I meant to sleep all afternoon but I've just been so busy and now my adrenaline's pumping over this whole Buenos Aires thing. . . so I'm charging my mp3 player, filling you in, and trying to find something to eat. Kebabs anyone???