Today, I miss Spain. I miss being in Spain, being who I was then, regularly, even daily. But today it was almost heartwrenching, just because I was invited to talk about it and it was painful because I could barely contain myself from exploding with just how much I love that I experienced that country, that summer, with those gorgeous and amazing people, learning all that I did.

More on that later.

I was told today that Jack London wrote 1000 words a day. He died in his 30s or something, very young. So prolific. I've written every day in May, as it was my goal, hoping to come up with anything.... so far, not much. But I feel a little bit more myself.

GOING TO MAKE CORN ON THE COB WITH BB SEE YA!