Aching Feet and Memory Loss.

My feet hurt. So. Bad.

It's the oddest thing. It's like all the walking I've done in the last 4 weeks is all catching up with me. [Man I would die for a massage.] But you know, I can hardly be upset about it. How can you be upset when you know your feet have taken you good places. You have seen beauties, done crazy things and hey, you can even count this as exercising.

It's one of those love hate battles.

On the same note...I didn't take a siesta today. So it's been a long day. I mean a LOONG day. One of those days you look back and think...woah, was that today? I can hardly even remember what happened. Something like going to the gym and seeing attractive men swimming in speedos (Ihearteurope) that i'm trying to master-plan into actually meeting, half-falling asleep in the gran via roundabout (roundabout - psh - its HUGE), doing homework whilst watching I Heart Huckabees (loved it), playtime at school; buying a bracelet from my little Spanish friends, exploring, losing a sock in a fountain (she threw it), bath time, a good time with the kids, Dora, brushing their teeth in bed, singing little mermaid during story-time, and finally 2 mini ice cream's.

Agh, and now I'm so dead. But I am so happy to be so.

Days like this...how can you complain about anything. And that's what I love about this place, me being here. Days like these are often. Going to bed exhausted from a fulfilling day is quite lovely.

        *the speedos thing was kind of a joke.