The Last Night in Madrid

  • I've spent twelve days here, and they've gone as fast as they've come. Part of me is really happy to be heading home tomorrow, part of me is cutting myself down for not enjoying this trip entirely like I should have. I've got reason to be upset though. I've missed my soccer team pictures, our soccer team vs. the boys team (lost 5-0 because I wasn't there hah), first day of school, tomorrow I will miss the second day of school, hardcore rain, etc. And of course I've missed my dad and my cat and my dog. And Eddie... which is really ridiculous because for the first time since I've met him, I've been upset with him. Like, I can't talk on the phone here because it costs my abuelita like, 3 euros a minute for international calls. So we decided on messages through Myspace. Most of the time I would type a novel for him (like I do on here haha) and he would reply with the same monotone message which would go something like this. "Well I'm glad you had fun :) And don't worry I'll get to see you soon. I really miss you. (insert one-sentence current event here). Well I love you Natalie :) -Eddie" Something along those lines, anyways. Right now my abuelita and uncle and mom and sister are watching Volver because it has Penelope Cruz in it and they're just trying to squeeze all the Spanish out of this trip. Hah. I'm in here listening to my Samsung. It would take me so long to write about everything that happened on this trip. But I've done a whole lot. Been to many many famous places. The sunsets here are incredible. My abuelita has an incredible view from the balcony, the view of the sun dropping behind La Sierra (this mountain range). Very nice. It was a great trip. Tomorrow at seven I'm getting up, checking in the airport at nine, leaving at eleven for another monotonous seven hours across the Atlantic Ocean to Atlanta. Spending a little over four hours at that gigantic airport and then flying to Pensacola, which thankfully only takes a little over an hour. So by the time I get home, it's gonna be like eight at night. Which is 3 in the morning here, and the jetlag is going to kill me. Then there's school the very next morning, and I've already missed the easiest two days of the year. Sucks! But I'm so excited to start school again. I've got a top locker and I suppose good classes. 3 with Karen. Yayyy. I suppose I've written enough. Now I guess I'll go band-hunting for recreation. I should be going to bed soon. I won't be getting more than six hours of sleep. And my mom isn't going to let me sleep on the plane so that way I can sleep all night when I get home. Wish me luck, whoever's reading this. Haha.
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