I know what you’re thinking, what you woke up pondering.  You were pondering spring. You were thinking about Spain in the springtime.  You were thinking about Spain, Salvador Dali, and Springtime . . .

You were thinking about Spain, Salvador Dali, Springtime and Sea Kayaking.

There you were, lying in bed thinking about the III international Pagaia’s Sea Kayaking Symposium.

You were lying in bed thinking about the III international Pagaia’s Sea Kayaking Symposium when all of sudden the phone rang.

When for some strange reason the phone rang.

The blue one by your bed.

The blue telephone you had never noticed before, sat by your bed, and rang.

You picked it up.  You had too.

You have to answer a blue telephone that appears by your bed.

Appears by your bed and rings.

On the other end of the line was your travel agent.

You don’t have a travel agent.  Yet, there he was.

On the phone.

Talking to you.

“Your travel agent” was on the phone and talking to YOU!

There you were, in bed, in your underwear, talking to the travel agent you didn’t know you had, about Sea Kayaking in Spain in the Springtime.

But you were’nt talking. You were listening.  You were listening to stories of Spain, stories of Spain in the Springtime.

You had to call him back.  You were not prepared. You were in your bed, in your underwear.

You’d have to call him back when you were not in your underwear.

You would call him back when you were focused on something other than talking about Spain to strangers in your underwear.

Finally you got out of bed and went into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, you looked in the mirror.

In the  mirror you ran your finger under your nose and wondered.

You wondered about mustaches.

You wondered about mustaches and Salvador Dali.

There you were, in the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror thinking about mustaches, Salvador Dali, and underwear.

You turned on the faucet, cupped both hands under the stream of cold water, lifted it and tossed the water onto the bathroom mirror.

As you looked at the water running down the glass, running rivulets melting down the glass, you thought of Salvador Dali.

You thought of Springtime.

You thought of Spain, & Sea Kayaking

You suffered flashback images of underwear.

You suffered flashbacks of Springtime, flowers and underwear.

You also had a passing thought of calling your therapist.

Well, after you call the travel agent. . .

And after you wipe off the mirror. . .

And after you get dressed. . .

And after you register for that symposium. . .

This spring. . .

In Spain.

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And if you think that build up was a bit over the top, you should have heard  George Burns selling Carnation Condensed Milk!

This year the annual III international Pagaia’s Sea Kayaking Symposium will be held in April and run from the 7th to the 12th.  Their theme this year is Personal Navigation and they will feature a divirse list of guests  to help you find your way including; Loïck Bourdon, Nigel Dennis, Phil Clegg, Olly Sanders, Manuel Pastoriza, Christophe and Frederique Claeys, Hakola Dippel, Bernhard Hillejan, Hans Heupink and Pau Calero among others.  To learn more please visit their website at www.pagaia.cat/sympo09. Oh, yeah and on your way home from work today don’t forget to pick up a can of tasty Carnation condensed milk.  Full of the sunshine vitamin, don’t cha know!

* Image provided by the Pagaia Club.  Thank you!

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