Just sittin down here by the radio

I should have given myself more than two days between the Europe trip and working. Working over 45 hours last week, probably similar this week and no full days off...I can't remember when I last felt all put together...I feel like I don't have time to make lists of the things I need to do...or the energy to actually do it. There's still something about it that I love. Being in the kitchen, in the restaurant...love it.

I was in this kind of mood...then I talked to some of my coworkers, Irene and Ana, who are here for the summer from Russia. Ana was complaining about having the day off tomorrow after working 6 days in a row.

She's hoping that next week she'll be able to work at least half the day at one of her 4 jobs.

Man, I feel lazy.

Come and knock on my Door

After Madrid there was La Rioja region, filled with vineyards and winetastings and incredible-ness. After La Rioja there was Barcelona and hilarity and managers berating waitstaff for smelling and asking others to smell him to prove it and there was me saving a small child in a stroller from being crushed by his grandpa toppling onto him as he exited a bus. Barcelona was probably the family's favorite. After 6 weeks gallivanting around Europe, I was ready to come home and sleep in my bed, eat what I wanted to eat rather than "I should eat this because I'm in ___insert country___" and have a normal life again. 2 weeks since I got back (only 2? it seems like forever ago already), but I still don't think it has set in.

I got back into the states, called Williams and found myself convinced to stay in Milwaukee after travelling for the past 20 hours, go to Summerfest for the first time and celebrate "Jenna Day" held by Williams, Alfredo and Jen. A great welcome back to American life.

Now back in Door County, working like crazy from day 1. I feel scatterbrained and like I have too much time and too little time all rolled into one. But...I finally got internet today so at least I can feel more connected to the world outside my job and my door.

me siento en el aire

This morning at breakfast, my dad said that it was July 1st...I refused to believe him until I finished my cafe con leche...more like leche con cafe but whatever. In Laguardia, Espana right now. We have 3 wine tastings before we even eat lunch tomorrow. And I will be done with this whole trip in less than a week. I think I will refuse to believe it until I finish my lunch tomorrow. I think by that time in the wine haze I won't care that much...