Riding and travelling are for the most part the only things that genuinely give me pleasure.  Combine them, and you have what I want to do with my life.  I´ve hyped this trip up to myself.  I´m committed.  I´m going.  The problem is that I´m starting to have doubts about enjoying this kind of adventure.  I need to sit down and really visualize what I´m going to be getting myself into.  I´m going to be spending a lot of time homeless.  Here´s the problem: I really like having a home.  I enjoy being able to vegetate in a little space of my own creation.  While I´m on the road there´s only going to be a few types of vegetation… the kind which I impose on a host by lounging on his or her couch and the kind which I buy in the form of a decent hotel/motel room.  I don´t want to stay in hotels.  I won´t want to spend that money, and hotels are so informal.  The other issue I am predicting is dealing with people.  I´m not the world´s biggest people person.  And yet, this adventure is going to be about meeting people.  Places are all just places.  I mean, when I roll into somewhere new, the adventure is going to be about how I live, the people I meet, and the location.  I´m not entirely certain I can forego the hours of solitude that I need everyday.  I´m always going to be talking to folks, relating stories and making arrangements.  I´m not certain I can do that on a near continuous basis. 

The other major concern I have is that I suddenly received government aid to return to college for another degree.  It´s almost too good to be true, and I don´t want to let it go to waste.  This means I could be postponing my leisurely trip from 2010 to 2011 or 2012.  If I start in 2012, I´ll be 32.  That´s pushing 35 for my return.  I´m getting old.

That being said, I´m up in Barcelona this week after riding up to Bunol for La Tomatina.  I have a lot to write about this week.