Okay, outta here for now

Time to board that big jet plane, strap in, and get ready to stare at the back of someone’s head for 10 hours as I make my way to Paris and then connect in to Barcelona. Then get out, probably miss the Catalunya Express up to Figueres, so I wait around Barcelona Sants of Passeig de Gracia for an hour, then take the local train for two hours and get in to my home away from home for the next two weeks. Yeah, I know, I’m going to Spain so shut up about all the travel times. I’ve just done this trip so many times now that I’m getting myself in to the mood of what lies ahead. I really only have a few more of these West Coast intercontinental flights in me though, as they’re damned rough on the body.
Of course, one small detour on this will be going to Ghana two weeks from Friday where I’ll stay for a week and a half, tracing Obama’s footsteps, although more importantly, attending the Maker Faire Africa. That should be a fun trip and my first solo trip to Africa. How am I affording all this given our extremely depressed economy? Simple: plastic. These trips aren’t nearly so much for tourism as they are more for function. Spain is to attend a wedding and Ghana is, like I said, to go to Maker Faire, but also to promote Maneno, which by the way, I’ll probably mostly be covering on my other blog, Subsaharska. Don’t worry, I’ll write here as time allows, but I’m hoping that this trip will be much more about Africa with its incredibly tasty West African food in Ghana and much less about me complaining as to why all the British stag parties have to pop their collars when in Barcelonar. What is up with that by the way?
Okay, outta here for now