Vampire Weekend – Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa
I’m practically buzzing. I feel like a bumble bee hovering with energy and perfectly directionless. Hop, skip, jumping my way through the day. Life can be so damn delicious. Today is the day. Today everything sunk in and the sun poked through the clouds. Today! Today my rail pass came in the mail. I wasn’t even that weirded out when the courier delivered it to me at work despite it being addressed to my house. It’s cool semi-stalker courier guy, I don’t mind at all that you know where I live and work and decide for yourself where you shall drop things off, address be damned. Please stop undressing me with your eyes; I’m wearing scrubs for god sakes.
I’m wired to the max. This is what happens when you guzzle coffee before 11am without being used to it.
I’m heading to Europe in less than two weeks. I can’t believe it. It’s so surreal, here I’ve been talking about doing this since I was in grade school. It’s happening! I still need a little help, just a little. I’m deciding which novels or books of poetry are worth carting around Europe. Any ideas/suggestions?
I’m going to Greece, Italy, Spain and France (in that order)… any sights, hidden delights, etc. etc. you can recommend? I’m looking at you, Seb.
Yeah. Sorry for this ridiculous post. I think my heart is going to explode from this caffeine high.