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The Spain Song

I've been busily preparing for my upcoming trip to Spain. In doing so, I have been frantically working on a project for work, completing homework assignments, and packing. In what has been uncharacteristic behavior for me, I am almost finished with a little time to spare.

I just finished updating the playlist on my iPod shuffle, and I chuckled as I searched for just the right songs to accompany me on this trip. This is perhaps my most important decision...more so than clothing options. Last summer, in Peru, I found myself feeling a bit homesick, and the only thing that cured it was the sound of one of my favorite Spanish bands. I cannot tell you how many times I listened to the song, Estrella Polar. To this day, the moment I hear the opening chords, I am transported back to the streets of Lima.

As excited as I am about this trip, I'm also a little nervous. It has nothing to do with traveling overseas by myself and everything to do with the repercussions of the date I chose for the trip. I know I worry about things that are necessarily important, but I know I will struggle with some nagging doubts in the back of my head, especially over the weekend.

My music is a security blanket. I have songs that I pull out when I need some encouragement (Girl Sailor) and songs that I use to bolster feelings of being on top of the world (Footprints on the Moon). Most of my songs are in Portuguese and Spanish. That's what I listen to and what I love, and I cannot wait to discover which one will be my "Spain" song.

So...here are my must have songs for this trip:
~Girl Sailor (The Shins)
~Pegadas da Lua (Skank)
~Neverending Math Equation
~Rio (Hey Marseilles)
~I Am Mine (Pearl Jam)
~Sutilmente (Skank)
~Saudades (Lori Meyers)
~Luces de Neon (Lori Meyers)
~Lagrimas e Chuva (Kid Abelha)
~Crooked Teeth (Death Cab for Cutie)

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