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4/12/2008
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No Pain, No Gain
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On the morning of my 18th birthday, Mom woke me up and said, "Let's go get a tattoo!" I, wisely, didn't run out and ink myself immediatly; instead I mulled it over and thought about what I would like to permanantly add to my anatomy. At one point, when I was still dancing, Mom commented that, while watching me on stage, it looked effortless and as though I had wings on my ankles. Dancing isn't quite that easy and I distinctly remember sweating more than any other time in my life, so, in addition to being an amazing complement, her words inspired my idea for a tattoo. I had originally planned on getting two wings, one on each ankle. But, being a littke bit broken, I have stopped dancing and can check off "ballerina" as completed on my "To Do" List For Life. I no longer flit around on the stage, but I continue to fly... from one country to another, globe trotting and scoping out new continents. After another trip to Consuegra with Katie and Jess, we headed to Toledo for the night and I decided that I had finally earned my wing. After talking with Gonzo, pierced, inked and round, he sketched out the design on my ankle and went to work. I am terrified of needles; I get nauseous when I think shots and I cry while giving blood. Somehow the idea of getting a tattoo... scratching a needle along the surface of my skin... didn't turn me off quite like jabbing one through it and then squirting a foriegn liquid into my veins or muscles. It didn't gross me out but it didn't feel good, either. I squirmed a bit and now know that there is no way I would ever be on one of those tattoo shows that I so love to watch... I don't need the world to see my grimmaces. It did not tickle, which I don't know how many times I have said, but I would do it again... and I am already planning on my next piece of body art. I was terrified that my grandfather wouldn't talk to me. One year, at Thanksgiving, I showed up with my nose pierced and he asked me to open my mouth. He informed me, while opening his wallet and showing me the picture of me that he carries, that if I was ever to poke a hole through my tongue, he would take my photo out of his wallet. I will never get my tongue pierced. I wrote him an email to tell him about the tattoo because I wanted him to know before I wrote about it in the blog for the world to see. He wrote, "Just one wing tattoo? With only one, don't you know you will just fly in circles?" I guess that is true, but like I told him, it means that I am like a boomerang and I will always return home. The next day the three of us headed to Cuenca. We have been all around Spain and Europe but we decided that we should get to know Castilla-La Mancha a bit more. We arrived that afternoon after a jiggly, carsick-inducing bus ride, and met our CouchSurfing host. He took us around the city to see the famous "hanging houses" that are at the edge of steep, rock precipices. Cuenca seems like a mini-Granada... in the mountains and with people who are a lot less preppy. We snapped some photos of the sunset above the city and then went for some tapas. Katie entertained us by eating the tiny squid that were served and I could only imagine the legs tickling her throat as they went down. I ate the cucumbers and bread. Later that night we went to Sala Babylon. The owner is friends with Manu Chao (hence the song Casa Babylon) and sometimes he will show up unannounced and play. We weren't lucky enough to see him but we had a good time dancing around to music that is hard to find in Ciudad Real... the main song is STILL Rhiana's Umbrella ella eh eh. We had amazing weather all weekend but as soon as we got back to Ciudad Real, the rains began. We were told before coming that La Mancha is known for being dry, there is very little rainfall and people are constantly commenting on the supposed drought that we are in. Well, I will go on record saying that this place is just as wet as Tennessee and Kentucky in the spring. Maybe it has to do with global warming, but I am tired of the cold and wet. To try and brighten our horizons, and to celebrate Katie's birthday, we are heading to Mallorca. A full description of paradise soon to follow... xox cr |
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