There was that time I went to Thailand on a whim,
I went to Dublin and to Prague and to Madrid.
I wanted to drink Guinness in a pub and then to swim
in the Irish Sea (I failed), but what I did
was to drink vermouth in Granada and furthermore
I toured Alhambra, saw the Prado and
consumed more Rioja than is wise. I swore
that I would dance in Spanish sand
eat paella, drink Cava, learn to speak
the way the Spanish do, with heart and tongue,
but instead I learned to cry and turn a cheek
to the lash of idioms. Oh, I was young,
don’t judge me as you do, I had my fun
but now such days are through.