Sunday, March 22, 2009

I'M STILL ALIVE

OK, so it's been a little while. I gotta say I've been pretty intimidated from writing on this blog. There's just so much going on every day of my life here -- so many ebullient emotions, fresh experiences and flowering friendships -- it's all become a backlog of memories which can't possibly be transcribed in full.

Since I find it unfeasible to keep a complete travelblogue, I think I'll just post memories here and there, along with the non-private entries I write in the little notebook I carry around with me in my butt pocket. And multimedia!

Por ejemplo: There's a song I can't stop listening to, and it goes like this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tcCmfQwqZdU. It's called "Volando Voy", which means "I Go Flying." As you listen to the song, close your eyes and picture yourself in the backseat of a car, scrunched inbetween your two American amigos, with two Spanish women in the front seat, laughing and talking, all of us contributing our Spanish sounds of merriment to the soaring chorus of the song. As we wind up the nighttime mountainside, abuzz with anticipation, we can't help but wonder if we're in a dream.

Volando voy, volando vengo
Volando voy, volando vengo
Por el camino yo me entretengo
Por el camino yo me entretengo

Enamorado de la vida
aunque a veces duela
enamorado de la vida
aunque a veces duela
si tengo frio
busco candela
si tengo frio
busco candela...

Señoras y señores, sepan ustedes...
Señoras y señores, sepan ustedes...
Que la flor de la noche
es pa quien la merece
que la flor de la noche
es pa quien la merece...

volando voy...
volando voy...


I go flying, I come flying
I go flying, I come flying
Along the path, I enjoy myself
Along the path, I enjoy myself

Enamored with life,
Although at times it hurts
Enamored with life,
Although at times it hurts

When I'm cold
I seek a fire
When I'm cold
I seek a fire

Ladies and gentlemen, know this...
Ladies and gentlemen, know this...
That the flower of the night
Is for he who deserves it
That the flower of the night
Is for he who deserves it...

I go flying...
I go flying...

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