I know it's melodramatic and cliche
but I miss Spain the way that some people might miss a lover -- complete with daydreams, photo-gazing, and sighing. I see some Spanish language tapes in my future.
I am a total idiot for staying up so late. Miss Sophie starts summer school Success Camp! tomorrow at 8 am. I cannot call it Success Camp, because that is just too sugar-coated and lame. At the same time, summer school does have its self-esteem sucking negative connotations. I split the difference and say she's going to School Camp. Like school, but CAMP -- because it's summertime. School Camp is where you perfect your math skilz and get to socialize while escaping from your cranky mother for a few hours each day. What a sweet deal!
Should be really fun in the morning, since the kids haven't woken up before 9 or 10 in a looong time.
Three more weeks until I get to go to Chicago for BlogHer. I'm looking forward to it for lots of reasons. Hey. . . I work for them now, maybe I can line it up for Barcelona next year.
Dude.
Remind me to come (drunkenly) stalk you in Chicago so then we can sit and talk Spain for HOURS. Because I can do it, literally...FOR HOURS.
La Rambla, hmm? Let's discuss.
Oh and my personal favorite El Cortes Ingles. It's better than Target. If Target charged $19.50 for Covergirl mascara and also sold Ralph Lauren.
I really miss Spain. (sad face)
Posted by: Heather B. | Monday, July 09, 2007 at 07:20 PM