So it begins

In a country far far away… no that’s now right, along the yellow brick row…? Nope, I don’t see any yellow streets…  Our story begins…? No opening music, no credits, no producers moving down the screen, oh well, who said life really was like living in a movie.  I am starting a journey that will take me half way around the world from where I call home, from where my friends are, and from where my family lives (for the most part).  As I sit on this plane ride over the Atlantic ocean all I can seem to think about is the million things that every person I have told of my trip has told me, every piece of advice to keep my safe on my travels, and every city, destination, and monument I was told I “must see”.  Well here I am saying, to hell with all that.  This is my trip, not theirs, my adventure, my life and for the first time I am excited to not know what is if front of me, only using the knowledge that is behind me to guide me through the unknown.  So here I go, if you could call something a prologue I guess this is that, because this truly is the beginning of my journey I am going to call my life, a trip that will change the way that I see people around me and the world that I have grown accustomed to in the past 20 years of my domestic life.  So here I go and here you go with me, you may not understand all my descriptions of old buildings, bridges, and people I meet and for that reason I will also have pictures to go along with this living story book. Enjoy…

I woke up this morning, or was it yesterday, either way I woke up, and when I did it was as if I tried to squeeze about a thousand thoughts through my brain all at once.  This is it; this is the moment that I have been waiting for.  Ever since I have been a baby I have heard the sappy story of my parents and how they met while my father was studying abroad in South America, Chile to be exact.  Time and time again I heard how he left from this Southern California life style that change the day he stepped on that plane.  He went to Limache not knowing there was a woman waiting there that would change his world forever.   So at this point I bet you saying, are you looking for your future wife while you’re studding abroad?  Umm……. HELL NO!  Different times than back then, although I love the story of my parents and I love my parents even more I am doing this trip to grow, to grow as an individual and as a person of this world.  Too long I have been the third son of Robert Lewis, the third best, the smallest (Now the tallest, sorry Robert and Chris).  So now it is my time to find me, find me in a small coffee shop in Paris, on the side of the road in Ireland, under a bridge in Amsterdam.  Who knows what this trip has in store, all I know is that it is going to be one hell of a good time that I will look back on for the rest of my life.  No pressure.  So back to me waking up, it was like any other morning, except for the fact that is still need to finish doing my taxes, show my brother how to take care of my fish, and oh yeah finish packing for my six month trip to Europe.  I was a mess to say the least, running down stairs half dressed even though I had all my cloths laid out for my trip.  As I finished doing my taxes in a complete mess, praying that the IRS will not find mistakes with it, I thought to myself HOLY SHIT I am leaving in 3 hours.  Getting out of the house with everything packed and taxes sent was an adventure in itself; I may have run up and down the stairs 20 times in a frantic state of mind.  Though my chaotic morning was worth it in the end and I got to the airport with plenty of time.  Vicky, you are the gate keep of my journey, I thought to myself as she printed my tickets and told me she got me window seats for all 3 flights to my destination.  Not first class but hey, who would complain about not having your elbow hit by the food cart?  Now I wait, this is going to be a long flight.  Though Richard, a 60 year old consultant for the government, offered a relief from the long wait for my flight to get off the ground and told me about his travels all around the world, including a vast knowledge of Italy.  If you are wondering what the hell his job really was, because I sure did when he told me the first time, well remember that one really hot flight instructor lady in the movie Top Gun, well that’s what he did.  If you don’t know what part of that movie I am talking about, there is no hope for you what so ever.  I got to Texas eventually and got nervous to be going international in less than one day.  It seems like this time I had about 30 minutes to get from my first flight to the one I am on right now, but it worked out and I was greeted by a staff of very nice British Airways flight attendants that had the sweet accent to match, I suppose that I should get used to people talking in accents from this point on.  Oh and as a side note, remember when Vicky gave me all window seats, yeah well I guess getting on an international flight in a row that was completely empty except for you may be the best thing ever.  Let’s just say I have 5 seats to stretch out and get a sweet 6 hours of sleep.  Guess my computer is being affected by our spacious seating arrangement and wants to follow in my path and sleep.  Till next time.

Alright so I guess next time was not too long after last time, I am in England at the moment.  Due to a slight delay back in Texas I Slightly missed my flight to go to Amsterdam.  Sucks because now I will have 3 less hours to get my room key later, but oh well everything happens for a reason.  Got to buy my first beer in a pub at the airport, it was weird not being nervous asking for it.  Good times.  People in the British airport are pretty funny; they all have really thick accents and are pretty nice.  I got lost looking for my new flight and this one lady with a wicked accent led the way.