Went to Madison, spent 21 hours with my partner in crime, watched a thunderstorm from the other side of the shore (turned the horizon pink!), came really close to a chipmunk (the tiny animals that look like squirrels but are not —and the animated version is Donald Duck’s worst nightmare), came back to another thunderstorm in Minneapolis.
Embarrassing confession: Every time I hear the word thunder (as in “come back in the house Giota, there is a thunderstorm approaching”), the little voices in my head play the theme song of ThunderCats.
Do you even remember the show?
Because I do, it’s there, right in my head and all over my ears, Thunder-thunder-thundercaaaats!, and the sword doubles in size –I was about 5 when I first saw it, so I never got the implication.
So the crazy Greek person smiles every time people talk seriously about dangerous thunderstorms and feels homesick for the thick carpet in front of the tv set that her brother and cousins used to lie on, while eating candy and watching muscular and sexy cats doing their thing.
And I don’t even like cats for God’s sake!
True confession: coming back from Madison, I don’t know if I’m really, really, really happy I saw Will, or really, really, really sad I had to leave him again.
But, I’m truly happy I got to see this city!
Another true confession: every time I visit an American campus, I don’t know if I’m really, really, really excited to be there or really, really, really MAD at the people responsible for our sorry excuses for universities.
So, you go from one class to the other and you look up and this is the view!
I’m going back to school.