Typical Flynn.. Quack !

Ahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah. 

IF I could stick to a plan it’d be a minor miracle, people would write it up as one of “man’s greatest achievement”, pigs would orbit the globe like satellites, hell would relocate to Antarctica. 

As much as I proclaim to love scheduling, and structure, and how I want to be more organised and have a real sense of direction, I don’t. I don’t want any of that. I bold faced lie to myself. 

I made THE MOST BASIC OF PLANS. The most vague outline of a plan, with as much wiggle room as is humanly possible for a plan to have. Yet somehow, someway, I’ve managed to wriggle my way all the way out of it. 

The plan was as follows :

1. Berlin
2. Brussels 

Any amount of days you want. Any accommodation. Any tourist attractions. There was complete flexibility. Do whatever you want, Flynn. 

I made it to step one, and Berlin is pretty damn fantastic might I add. But I won’t be making it to step two! 

I was lying in bed for a few hours last night thinking to myself.. “I don’t really want to go to Brussels.” For literally no logical reason whatsoever. No bad review, no worries about the city, nothing. Like a child in his terrible twos because he didn’t want a bath for no logical reason other than because I don’t want one, I spat my dummy out and that was that… The bath thing happened quite a lot according to my mum. I have no recollection of this… Obviously.  

So here we are having irrationally cancelled 3 bus journeys, 1 hostel, then whimsical booked 1 flight and 1 hostel. We’re off to Barcelona! Why?! I have literally no idea. 

I adore Barcelona. 

This is going to be my fourth time visiting, so I’ll be honest, I don’t know how much there’s left for me to see. One thing is certain though; I’m going to enjoy it. It really feels like home. Anyway, I guess this is no different to any other times I’ve decided to travel: based on absolutely no reason other than “because.”
I guess somethings will never change, I’m just not meant to plan the finer details of the long term. By long term I mean anything other than this present moment. Clearly I’m completely incapable of thinking any further ahead. Maybe that’s not something I need to change about myself, but rather I need to embrace it. If it looks like a duck, swims like a duck, and quacks like a duck.. It’s probably a duck. 

I’m a duck. 

Flynn! X