I freaking love the Olympics… everything about them… pageantry, sport, and adventure all rolled into one huge event. In an effort to make 2006 a much better year than 2005, I decided to a few things differently. One, I’ve moved. For the first time ever [other than as an infant or study abroad], I’ve moved away from South Carolina. I love South Carolina, but right now, SC has too many bad memories. Death of a parent, a lying, cheating bastard X 2 that I dated. Pretty much everywhere I went had some kind of memory attached to it.
I also haven’t been on a vacation since 2002 when I returned to Mexico. After having lived in Mexico, and traveling all over the country and dipping my toes into parts of central America, not going anywhere for the entire time I was in school was hard. I have wanderlust so bad I can hardly stand it. As a means to that end, in December, a mere two months ago, I decided that I wanted to spend my birthday in Italy. Why Italy as opposed to *Spain*--where I’ve wanted to go since the 1992 Summer Olympics in Barcelona?
The Olympics or better yet, the Winter Olympics which I’ve never seen. Hell, until very recently I’ve never even seen a hockey game much less seen anything like curling, luge, bobsled, skiing, or any number of other winter sports. But in only two months time, I’ve managed to snare a ticket to the opening ceremony in Torino, a plane ticket from RDU–>Zurich–>Roma–>GSP, a train ticket from Zürich to Milan, a train pass for Italy, and tickets to olympic events in Cesana and Bardonecchia. Oh and a place to stay those first five days I’m in Italy when the world’s cameras will be joining me on my Italian adventure.
I CANNOT WAIT.
*Spain is still high on my travel list. I would love to hike the entire Camino del Santiago or explore Andalusia. Or Barcelona. Or Galicia. Salamanca. Really, I’d love to find a way to move to Spain to live for a year or so.