Jet Lag's a Bitch.

{That's a #nofilter sunrise right there.}

We didn't sleep a wink last night.

Literally, not a wink.

So instead, we laid there in the dark and talked for awhile.

I'm not going to lie, I had to cry for a bit.

It's only been 3 days and I began to feel extremely homesick. 

Then I started to doubt myself.

Does this mean I'm not cut out to be a world traveler?

How come I miss my Mom so much?

Will I feel like this every night?

You know what I think it is, though?

I just feel so...disconnected with everyone.

My phone doesn't work, I don't have internet access, I can't just call someone at any time or check Instagram to see what people are up to.

And I don't want to sound ungrateful for my situation, because I wouldn't want to be anywhere else but here. Really.

It's like this.

You know when you were a kid and you went to a friend's for a slumber party?

During the day and evening, everyone is having so much fun.

You're playing games, you're hanging out with friends, you're having the best food.

Then it's time for bed.

The lights go out, everyone starts falling asleep, and it gets very quiet.

It was during that time when I would start to feel homesick and just want to be home with my family.

Or is that just me?

Verner said it's normal to feel like this during the "transition period."

{So how come he wasn't crying?}

I took a deep breath and reminded myself to be present and appreciate my current, wonderful situation, with my current, wonderful company.

Then, before we knew it, the sun started to rise.

And oh my god, was it the most beautiful sunrise or what?

I can't even remember the last sunrise I saw, but I'm pretty sure it had nothing on this one.

Today is a new day. In freaking SPAIN.

So I need to just man up and stop my crying, because this is a once in a lifetime experience and I am going to be thankful for each day I get to do this.

Thanks for listening.

xoxo