~Molly in Spain~: December 2008

I LOVE SCOTLAND!!! I swear my body knows this is the land it came from. I've broken into tears 3 times today just looking at scenery here. I'm convinced that this is the most beautiful place on earth. Tomorrow I'm off to the Isle of Skye - my idea of paradise.

So I'm not sure that it's appropriate to write about romantic matters on ones blog.... but seeing as how I'm a big blabbermouth anyway.... I'll go on.....

So. After a minor heartbreak, a fever and a hacking cough I was anxious about coming here. I was so dizzy the day before I left I couldn't even walk to the pharmacy to buy myself medicine. But, after a motivating conversation with dad (thanks dad) I packed my bag and got ready to go. Silvia picked me up and took me to the airport -- I didn't realize she was such a celebrity there! She knows everyone and I even got priority seating on the plane!

I had a minor difficulty getting through customs in London (they didn't want to let me through because didn't have an address of where I was going) thank god I had a bank statement and lots of mascara for batting my eyelashes :) Then I took the wrong bus and got lost in London. It was ok though, in fact, I'm so glad I did. I love riding the underground (even though I got lost there too) and people were soooo friendly and helpful when I stopped to ask for help. That's what I've been loving the most about all of this -- traveling to a new place with no plans or idea of where you're going is kind of like falling backwards, and I can't tell you how pleased I am that I've been caught by what feels like a big feathery pillow, it's really been restoring some of my faith in the world. Or at least my belief that if you put out good energy into the world, that it will come back to you. (most of the time)

SO - when I finally found the coach station I bought my ticket up to Inverness (a 12 hour bus ride) but it didn't leave until almost midnight so I had some time to kill. I wandered around for a while until I found a nice place to busk. (Probably not the best thing for my fever, but for my soul, it was just the thing!) I played until my fingers were frozen solid and I had made enough to get a nice big warm meal.

While I was sitting in the restaurant I started thinking about that F-ing magician again. Arg!!! I had promised myself I wasn't gonna contact him (the magician hurt my feelings so I was trying to cut him off) but, in an impulsive moment I lost my head and sent him a text message. The instant after I sent it I wanted to smack myself! WHY!!! why would I try to contact the person who made me feel so bad. I sat in the restaurant finishing my food and glancing every 2 minutes at my phone to see if he'd respond. After about 2 hours it became clear to me that he was not in fact going to respond.

When I got to the bus station there was nowhere to sit, so I sat shivering in the floor. It dawned on my that if I didn't warm myself up quickly it was quite possible that I might become one of those nice ice sculptures that rich people use as centerpieces at their dinner parties. I went up to buy myself a nice hot cup of peppermint tea when I locked eyes with REALLY good looking Scottish guy all dressed up in 1950's rockabilly clothes. We flirted for a second before I went to sit back down. He came and sat down too.

We were both shy and didn't have much to say to each other until a crazy looking man took a picture of two black pigeons sitting on top of the doorway. I can't explain to you why it creeped me out so badly, (the man taking that picture) but it did -- it really creeped me out. What creeped me out even more was the sound of his voice and the look on the man's face when he asked me if I would watch his suitcase for him for 5 minutes. I told him I wouldn't (I know, a little counter to what I was saying earlier about the big feathery pillow, but sometimes you have to be discerning) Because come on! It was a tiny little suitcase, why couldn't he just bring it with him? He gave me a scary look when I said no and he left, but then he came back and asked the Scot if he would watch the bag. The Scot shrugged his shoulders and the scary man whispered something into his weird wiry headset thing he had around his neck. I'm telling you -- I was convinced there was a bomb in the bag. Especially when he didn't come back for more than 20 minutes!! The upside was that it gave me something to talk to the hunky Scottish guy about, the downside was that I was fearing for my life.

Whenever I would get up to try to tell one of the security people about the bag, the man would reappear so I would sit back down... but then he would leave again, without his bag! Finally my bus showed up. The hunky Scottish greaser guy explained that he was trying to get on the same bus as me, but that his ticket wasn't until the 2ND of January. He said his father had just had a heart attack and was in the hospital so he was rushing up to go see him -- we weren't sure if the bus driver would let him exchange the ticket. Of course I had my fingers crossed. The funny thing is, the second, and I do mean the exact instant that I smiled at my new Scottish friend and overtly flirtily said the words, ''well if you do make it on the bus, should I save a seat for you?'' ... my pocket started vibrating. The magician had texted me back.

Long story even longer, the scary man with the suitcase was also supposed to be on the same bus, but was detained and not aloud on. Thank god. The magician wrote me a really nice flirty text message (to which I didn't respond) and the hunky Scottish (Stand-up bass player I found out later) DID make it on the bus and sat right next to me.

I can't say that I got a sufficient amount of sleep but I will tell you that when the sun rose this morning on the Snow capped Scottish Highland mountains, my heart had never felt so full.

P.s.
Just to make things clear, my heart being full had nothing to do with the guy.

The update:

I haven´t written for a while - Ive been really busy working and finishing my classes. I had an unfortunate hormonal overdose this weekend (I was really cranky) but I woke up yesterday with a huge smile on my face and it hasnt faded since :)

My band has gotten more organized, we´ve practiced a couple times now and its honestly a dream come true. The pressure is on though because everyone´s started talking about the elusive ¨chick band¨----

Yesterday I was invited to a dinner with the owner of the bar we always play in. It was another one of these ¨I have to pinch myself, can life really be this beautiful?¨ moments. (I can´t even count on one hand how many of these I´ve had since I´ve been here) But last night was really magical.
We had the whole restaurant to ourselves -- It was all older people, friends of the bar owner and his wife, and me. we ate DELICIOUS food and drank sweet wine. After a while of laughing and talking and getting comfortable, we started playing. The acoustics in this place were amazing and the wife of the bar owner had the most beautiful tradicional singing voice I think I´ve heard since I´ve been here. We played loud and for a really long time, the people who didnt have instruments were clanging away on percussion -- I just kept thinking to myself how lucky I was to be a apart of this world.