I can't wait to get home.
It's loud in Spain, whether in the house with TV noise and yelling or outside with car noise and more yelling.
I miss the country.
I can't wait to get home.
To go out with some intelligence.
To see see some old friends--
To see some new friends.
To not have to listen to anything other than birds and dogs and the wind...
I can't wait.
Maybe if I were deaf...
At least for another 24 hours.
And there it is again, more yelling.
Can't wait to get home.
In silence.
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