Christmas with Grandma was beautiful and New Year’s Eve in the City was fantastic. I sometimes forget how really gorgeous and special New York is. Steve was a little concerned about traveling into the City with all of the bomb threats and the millions of other crazies who decided to watch the ball drop in Times Square, but Joe and I convinced him to go to a house party in Manhattan to ring in the year 2000. The party was entertaining with all of the champagne, Taboo, eating m&ms off the floor, hors-d’oeuvre relay races, interpretive dance, and Shannon leading a discussion on the female anatomy, but even more fun was singing in the subway at 2am on our way home. The next leg of my trip brought me down to Florida. Airport delay #2: I spent more than five hours in JFK Airport waiting for the technical crew to change a shoddy valve in engine number four (double fun). Luckily, I met Noelia from Argentina and the two of us got along famously. I spent a much needed, though all too short, five days with my mom, my sister, and my nana in sunny southern Florida before, you guessed it, Airport delay #3: a five hour layover in London’s Heathrow Airport (oh yeah, fun!). This time Rebecca from Costa Rica taught me a few card games in which you have to yell random things in Spanish. A real airplane pleaser. And now I’m back home in Barcelona and life is back to normal again (or as close to normal as I ever want to get). It’s still winter, but we finally started playing volleyball on the beach last weekend so spring can’t be too far off now. I hope the sun is shining wherever you are. That’s all I have to report at the moment. Thanks for sticking around till the end. You’re all in my thoughts.

Still waiting for Godot,
Josh