Day 1 - The Flight to Spain! (Chicago O'Hare Airport)

​Well.. This is it! As I type this some VERY rapid spanish is being announced over the speaker system of the incredibly massive plane that I'm on, and some where in there I understood that they are now closing the doors. My tummy is active with excitement over this new adventure, nervousness at flying over an ocean in a god-defying steel bird/prison/death trap, as well as regret that I ate most of that TERRIBLE wolfgangpuck pizza, instead of choosing the Kale and quinoa salad. 

Seriously, Mr. Wolfgang, how do you fuck up $15 pizza??

​And therein lies the purpose of this entire trip - not the shitty pizza - but Being a Better Me, and perhaps choosing NOT to eat the near-entirety of said shitty pizza.

It's been a fucked up year, and I have had to battle and scratch and fight tooth and nail to get back onto a Happy, Healthy path, and when I asked the universe for a yoga retreat and some cultural differences - it sent it!

Yoga Ruka announced that I won their contest and a spot in their week-longnt Yoga Retreat in the mountains of Southern Spain just 28 days ago, and I've been laugh/crying ever since. I'm excited to do something good for my body, I'm excited to have a schedule and some God Damn Discipline, I'm excited to speak Spanish and be committed to eating vegan, and I'm excited to spend time daily bettering myself both physically and mentally. 

And then, oh yeah, after a week of that shit, I'm excited to be traveling through Spain, France, Italy, and Belgium, eating ALL the bread and drinking ALL the wine, and sleeping NONE of the nights along the way. 

... So much for lasting changes! As always, I am torn between what I want long term, and what I want right now. And what I want right now, is an inflight cocktail, half of this ambien, and to go the complete fuck to sleep over this eight hour flight, so that long-term when I arrive in Madrid at 7am Spain time (ie 10pm LA time), I'll have had a "full nights rest" and be able to kick my impending jet lags ass before it can hit.

And hopefully we don't crash into the ocean along the way.

Love you, bitches!! Prepare for more from yours truly manana <---- that's spanish for Later, Taters. 

XoXo
jin

​PS I hate not having a window seat, but considering the circumstances.. It'll be alright. 
PPS I've never taken an ambien before and I am very curious how this is going to go... Luckily no one is seated next to me and I'm wearing an adult diaper just in case. Just kidding. Not because I'm above wearing an adult diaper, but because you can't buy less than a dozen diapers at a time and I really didn't wanna carry that shit with me all over Europe. So.... Here's hoping I don't pee!!