The day has finally come when I can say "I'm going to Spain tomorrow!" It only took 3 years, really.
My suitcase is more or less packed gracias a mi prima. I'm getting a bit nervous of course, but in the words of my godfather, "Good. If you weren't nervous, you'd be on drugs." That's the spirit! I said adios to some family members yesterday. Aunt Babe's hope is that I will fall in love with a nice Spanish man & forget all about punk rock. Hahaha vamos a ver.
Oh, and the blog title is supposed to be like Benny and the Jets. Pretty crazy, I know.
