Okay where to begin! It has been quite some time since I sat and blogged about stuff. Lots of things have changed, new ideas have formed, new experiences have been had, said some good byes, said some hellos..yadda yadda yadda:-) So here I am sitting in a lovely flat in Prague, my new home for a least the next year looking back on how I arrived here. I've been here for about 3 day and have just come back back from my first real outing into my new Czech world. One word sums it up...SCARY! I don't understand a WORD of Czech and to be perfectly frank...there are NO BROWN FACES here!!! This is the land of VANILLA...seriously! Ok I won't digress cuz a sista needs to cover the past 10 weeks of her life...hehehe. Funny...being around all this whiteness is making the black come out in me. Anywho...so I left Spain:-( Total sadness!!! But it had to be done. No jobs...no prospects and quickly about to have no more MONEY!
Oh how I miss my life in Spain! (sigh) My lovely, lovely friends, the Barcelona vibe and he food! Oh well...I will be back but I've got to put in the work first. My last few weeks in Barcelona were INSANE!! The CELTA certification program should be renamed to CONCENTRATION camp! HA! I would say "just kidding" but I think I'm kind of serious about that. On some days it felt like torture. In the end I survived and graduated but it wasn't without bumps, scars, tears and finally triumph!!! However it felt almost bittersweet because so much of what went on there was so unnecessary...but I don't want to dwell on the negative because so much positive was achieved. I now am formally on the road of my new career, I loved, LOVED my students and I met some AMAZING new friends there. So all is well...except I'm still waiting on my actually Certificate from Cambridge!
Soooo...leaving Spain was kind of scary. I had stayed past my VISA departure date so I was anticipating some type of drama at the airport. My experiences travel internationally have all been incident prone so it was not out of the realm of possibility that I would encounter some issue upon leaving Barcelona. Surprisingly enough things went really well leaving Spain. No problems at all. However I did have a bit of a scare at Heathrow. Because my passport was a replacement I guess I wasn't in the "system". The gate agent tried swiping my passport several times without success and finally grunted...looked closely at my passport and then squinted her eyes at me. I stood there quickly thinking of my story and then getting a bit peeved. What the hell...I made it out of Spain and if anyone had the right to have a PROBLEM it would be Spain and not the UK...I was just passing through there and not trying to stay. But before I spouted off I reminded myself to just "SHUT IT". Finally the Gate Agent manually entered my number with out issue and I was able to proceed on. PHEW!!!
After a small delay in Heathrow and 9 hours it is "Welcome to America" Ah! back on US soil and my girls are there to pick me up! Angie and Tina...woohoo...but wait Angie is holding up a sign with my last name...oh shit! Have I done something wrong...lost another passport...but no! Just Angie being Angie. Man I have missed those girls. They look wonderful. After lots of hugs, tears it is on to La Taqueria and margarita's baby! First night back and it is pure heaven. Thanks Angie and Tina!
