This week marked the 6-month point of my departure from Canada. The last time I was abroad for this amount of time was at the age of 23, in New Zealand, post-university, pre-corporate life.
And I realize there are a few similarities in both instances - meeting new people from all over the world helps expand one's brain, seeing many things for the very first time never gets old, and getting utterly frustrated when lost in a new city still happens.
But there are some significant differences...
- At 37, I've actually opted once or twice for a good night's sleep instead of a sure thing; at 23, I would have ridden two buses, a donkey, and walked 3 miles barefoot just for shot at a highly uncertain thing.
- At 23, I was pretty concerned with how my hair looked; at 37, I am pretty concerned about how my ear hair looks. (FYI - not good. Ear hair. Seriously?)
- At 23, I was a pretty healthy guy on the road, interested in eating regularly. At 37, I am just interested in being regular.
And I imagine some more differences will come to light in the next few months. Meanwhile, some more photos from Malaga below and a post about Antonio Banderas to come.
How good is Malaga? Coffee, freshly-squeezed orange juice, and a fresh ham baguette for 4 Euros. Oh, and the view.