Just once, just one single time in my life I would love to experience a relaxed day before I fly somewhere, and a good night sleep. But my sad reality is, for the last two decades at least, that the last day I need to do so many urgent and important things (that I failed to do a couple of days earlier, to be honest) and so the last evenings are always frantic with finishing articles, doing administrative things, meeting deadlines, taking care of the projects that are supposed to start while I am gone… Packing bags starts about half an hour before departure. The record was about six years back when I have managed to sleep only 20 minutes during the night before I left for the desert dance experience in Morrocco. After changing a couple of flights and a painful drive across the Atlas mountains, I have entered the Sahara in deeply psychedelic state.
Anyway, it is never the excitement that causes the chaos, it is just pure work that needs to be done. Crazy.
So, there is yet another night of sleep deprivation and chaos ahead of me and tomorrow early morning we are leaving for Spain, this is to say me and Marjeta. Attending some trainings, a big congress of interculturalists and some fun and relaxation too. It will be Granada and the Andaluzia region mostly.
So, hold on, dear friends. I’ll be back. In two weeks, if I don’t get really inspired somewhere in Sevilla along the way.
