::: I was going to Spain :::

Definitely, in my dream. What a beautiful dream!! I didn't want to come back to reality, I was reluctant to be awakened. I was supposed to go to SPAIN, but everything changed the moment I opened my eyes. My dream crashed... vanished into the thin air... shattered into pieces. My brain has been overworking recently, I have dreamt too much. Likewise, it has rained too much. Fortunately today, it finally spared my shoes from swimming in those flooding pavement. My poor new shoes, it pains my heart...

In my wonderful sleep last night... I received an email from my former employer in London, he said he'd be sending me to Spain for a project. Although the work is not really my forte, I'd love to take up that opportunity. I agreed... I wanted to go along. It was for 18 months, a year and a half. Just as I was so overwhelmed, delighted, thrilled... this bubble burst. "RRRRRRRRRinggggggggggg...." My damned alarm! SPAINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN, please come back!!!!!

This morning, I remember a friend of mine just returned from Spain with her family. Is that the reason why I dreamt of Spain??? Or is it because in the recent conversations with friends, someone was going to visit or had came back not long ago? Anyhow, my friend showed me her lovely pictures, I was almost green with envy.

She has the most wonderful tapas, pintxos (or pinchos) and paella, plus wine to go with it. All the high-class dining. My Spain holiday was a poor backpacking trip accompanied with "bad company"... what a torture it was! Yet when I was browsing through her photos, I suddenly felt better about that holiday I had there. I could recall so much of it, even though it was a "sad time"... Now I can smile. Anyway, good job babe... you took AMAZING pictures, I mean it. PRETTY PRETTY.

Will it be my turn next? Will my dream come true, please....