You will be please to know I have posted my first travel picture
. It was taken in Windermere, the lakes, during one of the most Disney like weddings I have been so far this year. I've done quite well for weddings over this past summer- five spread over 2 months! Beside the miracle of observing Gods plan coming together during a ceremony I think the best part of them all is the free meal and the banter at the reception doo's. Let's be honest, it's better than cooking for myself. However, this one in the lakes didn't pay me, in food, for attending so I was FINALLY able to reflect on my singleness in a local pub- surrounded by coupled-up pensioners who are celebrating their 65th years wedding anniversaries rambling up hills. Its not that I'm a pessimist its just it all seems too good to be true. However, lets play the mature adult here (devils advocate) and suggest that one might never know these things, and to plan or foresee anything would be rather a big mistake! This 5-month adventure may see me hooked in and hooked up - so anticipate a wedding invite in November. Joke. I think it is only right to quote myself in the form of a previous Facebook status (21st June at 00:34). 'Are weddings purposefully designed to make the average person broody?’ Answer: Yes.
Quite exciting plans for today; not just to prevent further thinking about weddings but I’m merely finding a way of doing something constructive. So, I’m set up in the garden with my laptop, a cup of tea, my earplug headphones, and a learn Spanish in 8 hours box set. See, I told you I wasn’t a pessimist! But lets not forget contraptions my dad assures me will help me work in peace. Announcing the ‘Black and Decker backrest extraordinaire 3000’*, and the ‘Christies hollow fibre computer-pad leg pillow’. Yes, my father has a thing for useless gadgets that we are forced to incorporate into our daily living
. But the thing is, all of the ‘incredible items’ have been found in weird discount stores that are obviously trying to sell them off because they haven’t done very well anywhere else. I suspect, as these contraptions prop me up as if I’m in hospital, that’s where they have been originally made for. But I digress, and I wouldn’t want to get on to describing things like the electronic salt dispenser.
Further to learning about the Spanish language, I plan to finally plan the trip I am to embark on, and apply to couch surfers all over the Americas for places to stay. (If any one has friends in any of Mexico or western USA could you give me their details). The only thing I am struggling with is that I am totally dependent on how fast (or slow) I hitch-hike from place to place, and arranging places to stay with people I don’t know based on an email blurb like ‘I don’t know when I will arrive or when I will leave’. It’s already proving quite difficult, but exciting non-the-less!
[*In reality the "Black and Decker backrest extraordinaire 3000" is just a plastic frame with a bit of fishnet stocking spread over the frame to imitate comfort (see photo attached). I don’t know how and I don’t know why but the effect is a bend to your spine both forward and backward- AT THE SAME TIME. Put it this way, I’m pretty sure if I carry on using it I could perform on the stage version of the Hunchback. First person to do it at the age of 22 without prosthetics.]
It's quite addictive this blogging lark. Sadly, I worked out that my addiction is more equated with writing interesting posts rather than pouring out my heart in a diary deepest-darkest-secrets-like fashion. I told this to my brother, and even though he seems to think people would enjoy a heart to heart, I only have to think back a few days of entries into my diary to realise that I would never have THAT published. Plus, even if I did want to offer my life at the mercy of these electronic pages I have some level of awareness that amidst the millions of people reading these posts there may be one or two who know me, or even worse one or two I am actually writing about(!). Still it's 23.59, I have had an extremely interesting day, and I'm determined to jot these thoughts down before I loose them. [Note: The funny thing about night-time writing is that one unintentionally opens up so this may actually be the nearest thing to a diary entry you have read so far...]