Clapton and the avalanche of work

Okay.  I don't have much time, but I wanted to write a little something about the Eric Clapton concert I went to last week.

I know Clapton is an untouchable god of rock and blues, but I didn't realize how much I admired him until he walked on stage (already jamming the hell out) and I burst into tears.  It probably surprised me more than it surprises anyone reading this.  He continued dominating for two solid hours, with a rotation of three guitars, hitting some of the classics: "Layla," "Lay Down Sally," "I Shot the Sheriff," a faux-closing with "Cocaine" and, coming back on stage for an encore, blew us away with "Crossroads."  I was riding a concert high most of the weekend, and then I realized that this week is the week from hell.  I have an exam tomorrow, a paper due next Tuesday, and two papers due the following week.  So I'm buckling down (finally) and powering through the next fourteen days.  Then I have four days to pack my suitcase, do my final gift shopping, hit the city sights I still haven't gotten to, and get ready to board a plane back home.

Things I will not miss:

• the toilet being in the shower
• living in an all-girls' dorm
• the complete absence of comfortable furniture ANYWHERE in this country
• being a foreigner
• the glitchy Internet connections
• strange paper products (i.e. napkins that are basically wax paper)

Things I will miss:

• food
• friends
• the opportunity to exercise my Spanish skills
• the wine
• being of legal drinking age
• the city itself
• the prevailing feeling of adventure

Things I'm eager to go home to:

• my family
• my house
• couch
• bed
• kitchen
• my dogs
• my friends
• my town
• English
• my country

I'm going to Montevideo this weekend, so hopefully I'll get a chance to write about it next week.  If not, I'll do a reminiscing entry my last week here.  I leave you with this: