Right now I´m the most stressed I´ve been in 4 days.  I´m sitting in an internet cafe on the island of Ibiza and I know I only have so much time left on the computer) but no clue how much, and the keyboard is so jacked up with strange symbols and keys in the wrong places, that it´s probably taken me about 20 minutes to type this sentence.

Okay, I´m exaggerating.

Mostly.

Also, this thing doesn´t seem to want to read my memory card, so the AMAZING photos (not from a photography standpoint, but from a subject/scenery standpoint) will just have to wait until we get back to Malaga.  Unless there´s a decent internet cafe on Formentera, which I´m kind of doubting.

The reason I say this is the most stressed I´ve been is because I haven´t been stressed.  Like, at all.

It´s pretty phenomenal.

From authentic paella (cooked by a man out of his restaurant/home where he´s been living his entire life), to a falafel made by a world-traveler who was born in Israel, to wine.  Lots and lots of wine.  We´ve been pretty fortunate.  The less fortunate are those who have to look at me on the beach, since I´ve probably gained about 30 pounds.

Okay, I have lots more to share.  Tons.  But I´m kind of worried this thing is going to crap out on me mid-sentence and I feel like these stories would be much better with photos anyway, so I guess we´re going to have to wait just a little longer.

Which is awful because I miss you.

The withdrawals are palpable.

But the wine helps.

And the beach.

And the company.

And the fact that I´m, you know… in Spain.

If you forgot to look on Tuesday, check out my guest post on Simply Solo!

P.S.  I have no idea what day it is.

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