After the drought..

After meeting up with monica in madrid, fuelled by a cocktail of inspiration and guilt I have made decided to make a really strong effort to keep my blog updated. And of course to check her's! It obviously means alot to her that complete strangers check it and her own friends don't so now that I realise how important it is I will check it more often.
I am in Salamanca, the most beautiful place in the world. I feel like a character in a fairytale. I only have 1 day here, so I don´t want to waste too much time in this lovely internet cafe, which is also a bowling alley, billiard room and timezone style games room. Ah flashbacks of walking up George st after uni and seeing all those people jumping on those simulated breakdance machines. It´s funny how the most random and menial things can make you homesick. I used to dread that walk, because there were so many frustratingly slow people that I had to overtake in order to try and get the quarter past 8 bus after night lectures so I wouldn´t have to wait half an hour for the next one, but I always missed it. But now those things seem kinda appealing again.
I really love Lyon. I don´t want to leave. But I miss sydney and I miss everyone. I wish I could split myself into two- one could stay in lyon and start a new life there and the other could go back to sydney and finish her degree, get a job, and continue her old life. Then they could meet up when they´re 40 or 50 and swap notes. Or maybe the one in sydney could get a real job and support the one in lyon, constantly travelling and enjoying life.
Well I really only came onto the net to find a bus, but the sight´s down. I really hope I can get on a bus from madrid to granada! Ah the joys of travelling, never stressful, always good for the heart!
I will write more in Granada, that´s a promise.

&nbs p;