spontaneity

I got a call from a good friend of mine this past weekend to hang out. Hanging out, for me at least, entails anything an average person would do on an average Saturday evening in Spain...coffee date, a trip to the movie theater, cruising down to ¨La Parte Vieja¨and catching some authentic pintos at a local bar...(I know, my idea of a weekend excursion in Spain is best fit for a 90 year old lady with 20 cats and a pile of yarn beside her rocking chair, what the HELL am I doing here?). Well, to my surprise, I really am the only nut case out there who would ever dare to do anything normal on a Saturday evening. Instead, we decided to venture out to an island located about a couple km away from the coast of San Sebastián by means of a Kayak along with a 6 pack of San Miguel and no swim suit. Oh, and no experience in this art whatsoever AND in 3 C weather! The waves were massive and people were looking at us like we were crazy as we made our way out to the dock...All I could think of was, shit, where have I been for the past 2 weeks? We made it to the island in about 30 min...including the technical difficulties that were presented to us upon trying to get onto the island. We cruised around for a bit, this place is amazing! Something straight out of a Jurassic Park scene! We chilled next to the shoreline, watching the waves crash into the ginourmous piles of rock... watched the sunset... drank a few beers...couldn't have imagined a better Saturday.

I promised myself that I was going to have an epic adventure this semester, now that I was given a second chance at life. It has been about two weeks now since I last had an impulse/out of the blue moment....the frustration is slightly rising the more time passes by. I am desperate...