Here I go again

Okay friends, fans and minions, only half an hour and then I am jumping in a car and being brought to the airport. My chest feels as Ben's might have when the weight fell on him. I am realizing that while I thought I like to fly, what I like really, is to look back on my successful flight adventures with fondness. I am not SCARED of flying, oh no, just scared of crashing.
My packing adventures, too tedious to actually describe to you all, trust me, have killed my spirits completely. WHAT THE HELL!! So, the site where I bought my ticket says '10kg' carry on luggage, the airport site says '8kg' carry on luggage. I found this out 20 mins ago. Shoot me now. I have probably invested HOURS of my life weighing my damned luggage, and finally I found a combination of my possessions that I can NOT live without and it weighs just 4kg over the max, which means 32€. Crap. But whatever, as I said, I can't live without this stuff, so I guess it has to be worth it. AND NOW, I have to add another 16€ to that lovely mix. I am wearing a darling combination of:
two pairs of socks, shoes, jeans, a sun dress, a long skirt, two tank tops, a sweater, my earrings, two necklaces and my glasses (that make me look smart, but will hinder my *bashful eye-batting* "can't you just overlook those few extra kilograms Mr. Strong and Powerful Airport Luggage Checker?"). SO, I am carting around 4kg of extra clothes, hoping to God that I don't get attacked by dogs for smuggling a sundress through security.
20 mins now.
Dear oh dear. I really ought to be doing something productive, like bringing my luggage down, so I am gonna jet.
Remember that I love you all, and everyone take care!!

Viva la Jenni!!

Ja, bitte

l'Arche Germany said "yes"!! Wahoo!! They got the letter of 'Jenn is a wonderful, fabulous, not to mention sooo sooo beautiful assistant' from l'Arche Stratford, and now I have to figure out a way to get to Germany sometime in the fall to visit the community. The visit to the community is really just a formality, as far as I know. Make sure I don't seem like someone who would beat the coremembers or take their pills....which I wouldn't.
Rackin my brain for things to say, nothing comes to mind...
loVAH!

Viva la Jenni

Hola España

Here I sat a few weeks ago, bored out of my mind. Thinking to myself 'this is never gonna end?', etc. And along comes my friend Gen on ye olde internet. We chat, she is traveling through Spain, working on farms, getting fit, tanned and paid more than 60 Euros a week. Jealousy rages through me. But alas, this is a kick ass woman and she deserves it.

Gen, if you don't know her, is a truly seductive being, dark hair, glasses, great mind, wonderful conversations and she has a fine taste for Bailey's on her bed in the attic. We met, at Tim Hortons of all places. We got along right away. Hated our job, our friends were ridiculous, the uniforms were atrocious. But we made the best of our time at work together. Always laughing and really connected. We would leave sexy messages in each other's tip cups and rage about the other's lovely everything. A year or so after we had met, I introduced her to one of my boyfriends. He said, afterwards, that it seemed as though she and I were hypnotized by the other, that the rest of the world seemed to fall away while we talked. She reminds me of warm red wine, dimly lit smokey rooms and classic novels.
SO, that is Gen...I seem to run off on things sometime don't I? Well, anyway, on to the point, then!!

We talked online, I told her how I was going out of my mind with the isolation here, she said she was going crazy with loneliness there. One thing led to another, circumstance met circumstance and now I have a flight to Spain, one way the morning of September 29th. That is the plan. From there it is to our hearts' desires. We will roam the land of Spain, harvesting vegetables, soaking up the sun and drinking to our hearts contents under a Mediterranean sun in the early winter months. Yes, dear friends, fans and minions. Your Queen is leaving her castle, stepping down from her throne, relinquishing her crown. I am leaving Austria!

"But," some may ask "what about the German?"

Never fear, I have applied to l'Arche Germany. They are not welcoming anybody to the community until mid-January, but so far it looks really good. The community from Stratford is sending an letter of reference and the community in Germany seems quite interested in me. Ah, and the best part...If you recall, I mentioned in a previous post while I was traveling in July about a wonderful village I had and how great an experience it was, and I saw the theatre group getting ready for a show in an outside theatre (which is the ruins of a castle apparently)..Well, that happens to be the village where the l'Arche community is!! No kidding. And it is only about an hour away from Sebastian's school, which is also neat. I had to fill out an application form for the community, and I had to do it in GERMAN...Yes, German. It was probably horrible, but I let Sebastian read it and he kindly gave me a B+. Which is more than I expected.

So there you have it. Spain...Germany...My future.

I hope this message pleases his majesty, King of the Bloggin' Nation

Viva la Jenni