And the thunder rolls
Monday night I did a journal entry on how much I missed thunderstorms. They just don´t happen over here. I dont´have my journal with me, but it went something like this:
I miss thunderstorms. I love to hear the thunder in the distance and feel the temperature change. And then the wind picks up, and chimes everywhere start to ring wildly on peoples porches, like a gentle warning. Then the air takes on a whole new feeling, you can smell the rain coming, and the whole world seems electric. Then comes the first pat of the first big drop of rain, then more and more until an uproaring applause is released from the sky as thunder and lightning take the stage for their carefully coreographed song and dance. Every bird, insect and animal sits mezmorized by the show, silent, sitting and watching as nature stretches and unleashes her artistic talent reminding us how powerful and amazing she can be.
And we curse, and get angry, because the rain has canceled our golf or tennis game, or our shoes are wet, or the car is muddy, completely missing everything that is perfect about the show.
I´m laying here in my rented room, on my rented bed, resting my head on my rented pillow, listening to the metro run beneath the building, pretending that the rumble of the train is a thunderstorm blowing by in the distance, just passing through.
It doesn´t thunderstorm here. It rains occassionally, spitting a little here and there, only really downpouring once since I´ve arrived, and that was the day I finished the course. I miss watching the storms come in, seeing the leaves flip over, exposing their silver sides, watching the wall of water move down the street like an advancing army. Thunderstorms. One of the millions of things I miss about summer in Michigan.
Anyway- end of badly recreated journal entry.
Guess what rolled through last night? Yep. Just because I asked for it (okay, maybe not, but I can pretend). I was laying in the same rented room, again listening to the metro roll by, feeling the room vibrate, it would have been perfect if the lights had flickered. But then it just kept rumbling, and there was a smattering of pats on the tin roof outside my window and then "woosh", the rain just let loose, and mother nature voiced her opinion on the sunny day we´d just had. WOW! It was so exciting! my window faces an air duct, so I couldnt´see the lightning, but that thunder was so . . . just awesome! And I could smell the rain, and I just layed there in my room listening. A floor above someone was practicing Islamic chants, and across the duct someone else was playing harmonica, and then there was the person singing oldies, and all of it traveled up the air duct, meeting the sound of the thunder traveling down, and the most eclectic orchestra I´ve ever witnessed did a performance outside my window, just for me. I turned off the lights, layed in that bed (which costs me 23 € a night - not a bad ticket price) and listened to the show. It was AWESOME! Everything about being here, the cultures, the sounds, the smells, mixed with a few things about being home, it was like a requiem for my trip composed by the worlds best.
If anything on this trip, I´ve become a much more appreciative and positive person. There have been things that havent´gone as planned, but they´ve gone as they were meant to. Like teh whole flight home. I called BA once, didnt´get a ticket, and told myself I´d call twice more, and if I didn´t get it, then I wasn´t meant to go home. The very next phone call I got that ticket. I didn´t get the room I wanted in Barcelona one night and had to go to Sitges on my way to Tarragona instead, where I got to sit on the beach and recollect myself after a frustrating day. People have shown up that I never would have expected to meet, there´s always someone willing or wanting to do something to help, guide the way, or just smile back. There are a lot of things I ddin´t do the easy way, looking back, but I sure wouldnt´have had it any other way. Tomorrow, if it works out, I´ll head to Montserrat, otherwise I´ll collect my stuff and get ready for the long flight home, and then when I get home, I´ll have a cold beer and a burger, and sit on the couch with my boyfriend and my cat :) Maybe a thunderstorm will roll through, just to welcome me home ,)
I miss thunderstorms. I love to hear the thunder in the distance and feel the temperature change. And then the wind picks up, and chimes everywhere start to ring wildly on peoples porches, like a gentle warning. Then the air takes on a whole new feeling, you can smell the rain coming, and the whole world seems electric. Then comes the first pat of the first big drop of rain, then more and more until an uproaring applause is released from the sky as thunder and lightning take the stage for their carefully coreographed song and dance. Every bird, insect and animal sits mezmorized by the show, silent, sitting and watching as nature stretches and unleashes her artistic talent reminding us how powerful and amazing she can be.
And we curse, and get angry, because the rain has canceled our golf or tennis game, or our shoes are wet, or the car is muddy, completely missing everything that is perfect about the show.
I´m laying here in my rented room, on my rented bed, resting my head on my rented pillow, listening to the metro run beneath the building, pretending that the rumble of the train is a thunderstorm blowing by in the distance, just passing through.
It doesn´t thunderstorm here. It rains occassionally, spitting a little here and there, only really downpouring once since I´ve arrived, and that was the day I finished the course. I miss watching the storms come in, seeing the leaves flip over, exposing their silver sides, watching the wall of water move down the street like an advancing army. Thunderstorms. One of the millions of things I miss about summer in Michigan.
Anyway- end of badly recreated journal entry.
Guess what rolled through last night? Yep. Just because I asked for it (okay, maybe not, but I can pretend). I was laying in the same rented room, again listening to the metro roll by, feeling the room vibrate, it would have been perfect if the lights had flickered. But then it just kept rumbling, and there was a smattering of pats on the tin roof outside my window and then "woosh", the rain just let loose, and mother nature voiced her opinion on the sunny day we´d just had. WOW! It was so exciting! my window faces an air duct, so I couldnt´see the lightning, but that thunder was so . . . just awesome! And I could smell the rain, and I just layed there in my room listening. A floor above someone was practicing Islamic chants, and across the duct someone else was playing harmonica, and then there was the person singing oldies, and all of it traveled up the air duct, meeting the sound of the thunder traveling down, and the most eclectic orchestra I´ve ever witnessed did a performance outside my window, just for me. I turned off the lights, layed in that bed (which costs me 23 € a night - not a bad ticket price) and listened to the show. It was AWESOME! Everything about being here, the cultures, the sounds, the smells, mixed with a few things about being home, it was like a requiem for my trip composed by the worlds best.
If anything on this trip, I´ve become a much more appreciative and positive person. There have been things that havent´gone as planned, but they´ve gone as they were meant to. Like teh whole flight home. I called BA once, didnt´get a ticket, and told myself I´d call twice more, and if I didn´t get it, then I wasn´t meant to go home. The very next phone call I got that ticket. I didn´t get the room I wanted in Barcelona one night and had to go to Sitges on my way to Tarragona instead, where I got to sit on the beach and recollect myself after a frustrating day. People have shown up that I never would have expected to meet, there´s always someone willing or wanting to do something to help, guide the way, or just smile back. There are a lot of things I ddin´t do the easy way, looking back, but I sure wouldnt´have had it any other way. Tomorrow, if it works out, I´ll head to Montserrat, otherwise I´ll collect my stuff and get ready for the long flight home, and then when I get home, I´ll have a cold beer and a burger, and sit on the couch with my boyfriend and my cat :) Maybe a thunderstorm will roll through, just to welcome me home ,)
posted by Chandi at 12:22 PM
6 Comments:
Yes, I, too, LOVE thunderstorms. Actually, rain in general. People look at me like I'm crazy when I walk out of work into a downpour with no umbrella and don't go rushing around.
And life is much less stressful when you follow your path and go with the flow. Things always turn out as they were meant to, even if you can't see the big picture. It's much better to learn that lesson sooner in your life rather than later.
I thought about you yesterday morning with the thunderstorm that came through here. I love thunderstorms too. I'm sad that your journey in Spain is ending, but I'm so thrilled for you that you did the whole thing. What a tremendous life experience to have! I've had so much fun living through your stories. It sounds like every minute was amazing.
ALRIGHT...LISTEN UP..
Hopefully, there will be more people who read this, but if not here we go.
Chandra has hit a snag in getting home. British Airways is enduring a strike (which seems to happen every August for some reason) and she WILL NOT be flying British Airways home.
Instead, she will fly Lucitainia (I believe that's how you spell it). The change, however inconvenient, will only delay her arrival by about 20 mins to Detroit Metro (she'll be in around 4:10p) and B.A. actually waived the fee she was going to have to pay to move her flight up to today (a $200 savings).
SO...she'll be here soon. But damn it, I get her first.
Much love everyone.
Hooray! See you soon Chandra. Also, you have work now. :-p
I think I got her second! :-p so nananana...erm yeah anyways, she is home safe and sound though she needs her luggage to come soon!
Erm yeah, chandi clothes...you can have those.... I don't have much need as I don't think they would fit too well. Okay maybe I'd snag a t-shirt or something if it was cool, she does have some hardcore tomboy clothes in there I'm sure of it! :-p Also, the wedding guest are getting her third. So maybe you are fourth??
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