I woke up this morning thinking of my trip to Spain my senior year of college. It was the one of the more impulsive things I’ve ever done. It was a music tour for the wind ensemble and choir. The sign-up had been in the spring of my junior year, but the first week of school my senior year, I was still able to sign up (I think because the first deposit was due). I decided, randomly at the last minute, to try to go, so I ran around scrambling to get the money and sign up for the required class we had to take.
It was one of the best things I ever did. Truly. I had so much fun, and (aside from Canada), it was my first time out of the country. I saw so many amazing things, met some wonderful people, saw my friend get engaged (in the most romantic proposal story I’ve ever seen/heard in real life), and got to participate in some of the most thrilling performances in all my years in band. It was magical.
Plus you haven’t seen hilarious until you’ve seen a bunch of college-aged kids pushing percussion instruments down the streets because they were too narrow for the buses to fit.