Winter and a brief rundown of my last 90 days in Europe.

Welsh beach as seen from train on the way back to London.

    It's nearly 60 degrees outside but a day or two later a spiteful wind approaches, and then there is frost on the ground and the temperature drops dramatically, to the point where it is literally freezing. Another wind comes in and brings snow, that is more then powdery and blankets the driveway and dresses the evergreens in the back with gowns of white, making them somehow look more festive and "Christmasy". The tree is decorated in the living room, it's a real tree so it's prickly when decorating and a huge pain but in the end worth the labor, when it tinkles and has presents little by little appearing underneath the base of the sharp bristles now decorated with lights and ornaments of blue, red, silver, gold and green. I feel these joys long after the age of 8 when after from what it appears to me the "magic" and spirit in the holidays, not to mention imagination and creativity in this world by majority appears to end. But not for me, my whole life I will see the Christmas time as I have when I was 8 and will see if I live to be 98.

   I used to write quite a bit of poetry, essays etc. when I was in middle and high school, now when I feel like it I occasionally write about my surroundings. My best writing comes when I am inspired by a person, usually someone I've become smitten with, there was recently one but that fell through in an awful way. A lot can change in 90 days. I recently tried to write about the last 90 days of 2.5 years I was living on the Southern coasts of Spain. I am not a missionary worker, but I respect the work very much and would one day like to go out and try it, or go on those cruises that sail around the world the pacific countries and just help people medically.

As I was saying about writing, I felt that this may be a lot easier, I do not like using facebook to document my daily activities but it seems to happen that way. There is just something so insincere about writing bits and pieces here and there about what is going on with me. I do admit it has been great for documenting dates and keeping pictures, but I see people post so much negativity and then a bit of positivity in there daily status, something about that just drives me up a wall. I have very bad handwriting but I do not consider myself a lazy writer but I really do not have patience do document what I wish to write by hand any longer. A lot happened from August 2013 to October 2013, I was in love with a woman at the time, who this winter weather reminds me of Snow White, because her skin really was white as snow and hair black as ebony.  Within that time I fell for another girl, let's call her Devil, she did not have any characteristics of being a devil until I got to know her a bit better, but she used to laugh and call herself that... saying she truly could be one, I met her online. Devil is girl who lives in a land far far away but came from originally a land even farther away....so far it's a dot on a map. Snow White was a women with a very head strong, listen to me and you'll survive and thrive kind of personality. The Devil had a very quiet and modest personality, she barely spoke, which was a big problem for me at first because unless I am very comfortable with someone I am shy myself. I'd much rather listen to another person talk rather then have to volunteer a lot of information about myself, but Devil left me no choice so I had to learn to be more entertaining with less feedback. When Devil did speak her stories were usually interesting a few boring and a handful that were very sad but I managed to hang on to nearly every word. Snow White's stories were very exotic, and were a lot of times hard to follow, I had wondered how many were true, she told me wild tales about rainforests and tribes of South America, sleeping in treehouses, even getting lost and encountering wild animals that many of us only ever see on TV or read about.  It's funny how deep of a contrast Devil and Snow White had with one another. My first relationship seemed like a mash up of in between Snow White and Devil. Let's call her Princess, Princess, loved to be different, many men and women found her intriguing, but she had a very hot temper and personality, she kept me on my toes and I was deeply in love with her for 5 years, she could be very head strong and mostly was, but then could be quiet and very reserved, but I felt comfortable sitting on the phone with her in silence, and early on we often fell asleep on the phone with one another. With each time I fell for someone I took what I could from the friendship or relationship I had, some left me more traumatized then the other, and others I feel completely at peace, but some left me with much confusion and unanswered questions, resulting from actions that to this day I still have a hard time comprehending. Hence the "single" portion of the title of this blog :)

Pompei Main city square

La Vita Bella! Always at the Amalfi Coast!

A lot happened in 90 days, I traveled a lot....I took three trips before leaving Spain, one included a trip up in Northern Spain, a region I had never been to in the 2.5 years I had spent there, my only regret after that was not seeing more of the North. there is a BIG contrast between North and South in Spain just like in the United States.  My mom and her boyfriend flew all the way from their small home in Kansas to come and see me, we went to England, had a detour by train and a bus through Wales traveling to Dublin by traditional means train and ferry (which on the way back I almost became extremely ill due to the rough seas. (I have great empathy for those with any form of vertigo) The picture shown is views I had from the train of a Welsh beach and a Welsh castle known as Conway castle on the way back from Dublin, during our 15 hour trip back to London. Shortly after they left I traveled for the 6th time to Italy and went to Pompei, Rome for the second time visiting the Vatican, an ancient villa in a place called Trivoli outside of Rome, and the Amalfi Coast. I took this trip alone and had a wonderful experience I would like to experience another trip where I travel alone it was great to have everything on my own schedule and to run into a lot of interesting people from around the world as well as many kind Italian locals. I will be writing about stories having to do with my own personal experiences, places I've traveled through my point of view, and talk about things I find interesting. I did a lot in 90 days, I wonder what I will do in the next year.

Me in front of fountain built by a guy who was trying to collect essentially popularity by building lavish villas and fountains in order to secure his position as pope alas he was unsuccessful!