I had a trip planned to Barcelona in the July with some amazing friends. So amazing that one of them even leant me the money to book my flights when things were a bit tight last month.
Unfortuantely, things haven’t eased in the slightest. And because I have six weeks of travelling booked in Africa I’m afraid I’m going to have to drop out. I can’t cancel my flights, because that costs more than the flight its self, which means that if I do manage to win the lottery (that I don’t play) I’ll still be able to come. Failing that, I’ll send a stuffed toy over.
This wasn’t quite the ending to my Birthday weekend that I was looking for. But it doesn’t really matter; because I know that my friendships with these people has a lot more depth to it that some sunshine and sangria. (although right now, I’m still a little bummed out).