Welp. I made it. I’m in Spain. As per the usual custom, I became irritable a couple of days before departure and cried when I hugged Ryder goodbye. (I almost got him going this time. DAMN I love that guy.) Another 24-ish hour journey under my belt. A few rookie mistakes were made but nothing that I’m beating myself up over.
“I’d like to see you do it in eighty days.” ~Mr. Stuart. I’m literally traveling around the world in 80 days. That wasn’t my goal and I didn’t plan to do it – it actually just unfolded that way. As I finalized my plane ticket purchases I realized that I’m actually flying the circumference of the world. I mentioned this craziness to some students and they made a remark about the book, Around the World in 80 Days written by Jules Verne in 1873. My eyes went wide as I attempted the math (I said wide not vacant… ok maybe a little vacant…), and being an artist I wasn’t doing the math quickly enough so several students in the room started adding with me. My final ticket home hadn’t been purchased yet and I considered extending my stay abroad for a week or so, but discovering that I could actually travel around the world in 80 days cinched it. Eighty. Days. Boom. I don’t think I ever read the book. I may have seen the movie but it didn’t leave a lasting impression. You’d think I’d remember a movie with Jackie Chan in it. My husband was coaxed into getting the book for me and I started researching. Here’s the map from the fictional travels: And now, compare that to mine: IS THAT NOT ABSOLUTELY INSANE? My travel is as follows: Dallas -> Los Angeles -> Tokyo (with an excursion to the small town of Onishi where I’ll be attending the Shiro Oni Residency) -> Doha, Qatar -> Amsterdam (with an excursion to the small town of Renkum where I’ll be attending the Obras Holland Residency) -> Reykjavík, Iceland -> Newark -> Dallas. “But, Sue Anne, why are you doing this and what’s an art residency?” Oh jeez, dear reader, did …
Travel tip: When flying, pack an empty water bottle to get through the security check then simply fill it up when you’re in the airport! Voila. Free water. My travel day started at 4AM. Up, dress, brush teeth, go. It was overcast and while I got dressed it sprinkled. Once I looked at my husband and said, “Ready?” the sky opened up and vomited water all over our yard, and street, and baby bunnies, and the barbecue pit, and me. It rained the whole way to the airport. This is Fluid #1. (There are no pictures in this post. If you need visuals, go ahead and do an image search for rain. It’s cool. I’ll wait.)
Oh my gosh. Did I tell you guys about the first real art collaboration between my husband and I? Are you kidding me? How did that happen? Ok, well, trust me on this one. If you don’t laugh at some point in the next five minutes, you might be a robot. Take a hot bath to find out for sure.
Ket One’s and Ket Two’s personalities are completely different. Ket Two is not all that interested in biting. You have to get him really worked up and even then his heart’s just not in it. His talent lies more in perfectly aimed droplets of room temperature drool.