Arachnophobia… I has it.

A while ago I had this grand idea that my blog was going to be about my adventures in traveling. I had a plan. That plan was to travel as much as my little heart desired (and as much as my little pockets could manage) and write about it. I would write about the real stuff. The things I loved about it, but the things I hated about it. But things don’t always go to plan. Even something as simple as a blog. So… I’m just going to write. Starting now. Oh… And Dad, I swear a lot.

Arachnophobia… I has it.

Where To Find a Hero

I didn’t do heroes.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always looked up to people. There are people that I strive to be more like in certain ways, but I’ve never been able to truly say that one person is my hero.

I also never wanted to be a hero. In 2003, when a former coworker asked if I’d joined the Marine Corps out of some desire to be a hero, I replied with a somber “No. Heroes don’t come home.”

Avengers Assembled

To be honest, I’m not even sure where to start with this post. I suppose the beginning is always best. So quite frankly, I should start with last Thursday when I began the drive to North Carolina. However, I’m going to give a little bit of back story

Summer In Spain – Granada

Calle de los Tristes

After the wild night of crazy Spanish futbol fans and being oh so proud of my Ginger Beard, I didn’t sleep much before my early flight to Granada. Regardless, I grabbed my suitcase, hopped on the metro, and made my way to Madrid-Barajas for the short flight to Andalucia.

Summer in Spain – Madrid

Your mouth is watering isn’t it? Yeah… Mine too. Sadly this is not a post about beer. That is simply the traditional way for me to kick off all of my international flights.

I once again found myself on a flight to Spain, not that I’m complaining. We all know how much I love it. My friend, we’ll call him B, had asked me to meet him there following his month long study abroad in Italy.

Crossed Off – Estadio Santiago Bernabeu

Estadio Santiago Bernabeu is my own personal Mecca and on 8 January 2012 I finally made the “haj” for a Real Madrid match at their home stadium.

We’d actually begun the trip on 5 January, but you know…

Kicking the Bucket – White Water Raft

Here’s another one that just isn’t for everyone.

It’s also another one I’ve done before.

Kicking the Bucket – Skydive “Solo”

Remember when I said I had all these “crazy” ideas. Well here’s another one…

Kicking the Bucket – Learn Catalan

Catalonia…

I’ve been there only once and, despite my intense dislike of their football team, Barcelona remains one of my favorite cities I’ve been to.

Kicking the Bucket – Complete a Triathlon

The current answer to that question is no. I don’t like answering no to questions like that. So here’s another of my crazy ideas…

No real explanation for this one. It’s actually the same desire for completing something that I described in my reasons for wanting to run a marathon. Maybe I’m crazy, but I’m okay with that.

I don’t want to start with an Iron Man, I’m not that crazy. When you learn to ride a bicycle you start with training wheels. Well, it’s the same when it comes to stuff like this. I want to start with a Sprint Tri. Something short, just to get a taste for it.

After that… Conquer it, I will!