2020-12-21 - Home for the Holidays

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Hey let me know when your flight lands. The good thing I found about flying back over is the Atlantic at least isn't weird.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : (Pic sent of a piles of ingredients and fresh veggies) Lucky for me we got people that cheat at year round gardening. I had to tell my sister Marissa I wasn't going to NYC for holidays this year. My brother's not coming down from Seattle either but, ya know, I still invited him.

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Got a layover in Reykjavik, Iceland. You want a shaggy pony? Then on to Copenhagen in the morning, to face lawyers while my brain is still on US time, it will be glorious.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : 'Do you wnat to ride my shaggy pony' is possibly the weirdest and greatest pick up line I can think of heh

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Also I think any animals that wander on to this property pretty much just live here now. So maybe? If they ever leave Iceland. I'll trade you pony pics.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : I don't have a horse but I can send you a selfie and say it's of a jackass 😉

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Talking about these things. They export them, a lot? You're not allowed to bring horses back into Iceland but they sell off the ones they don't want to breed.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : You know coming from horse people why don't I have one?

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Oh yeah because New York is barely big enough for a cat. My bad. Look if one follows you home I won't turn it down I can actually picture me riding the pony to teh coffee shop. Finish that whole eccentric writer vibe

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : ... Whatever you do, don't look on Friendzone this week. Not unless you want to see my fiancee's so-called art picture of me and the horse that Mac dug up from god only knows where. I need to get her back for that one. Oh joy, the guy next to me is airsick.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Buddy I saw that. How you doin with that anyways? Now always easy to have old things dug up

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : It's been five years since she died, I'm okay. Never did like that horse, though. But that was mutual -- neither of us wanted to be in that picture. And just because Clayton already asked yesterday -- I did in fact wear pants.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : 8 for me but sometimes it's still weird. Cool tho. Also Clayton may have wanted to borrow the pants or was just concerned about your 'carrot'. You never know.

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Nah, he thought it was a Photoshop job.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : As for the guy next to you now might be a great time to do a walk around the cabin man. 0.0

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Mm, what I get for flying Tourist class. It's fine. At least I don't get airsick. And there's no bored toddler or insomniac baby in the next seat.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Mi mama is still kinda giving me shit for not coming home this holiday. I told her again, sure, but ya know not this year. Too soon.

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : New York or Spain?

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : I'm just going to Copenhagen. Don't think I'll go home home. Place's probably shut down for the holidays anyway, there'd be just me and some groundskeeper I'd be keeping from his family. Don't recall if I said, but it's rented out -- it's an art school.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : That actually sounds pretty bad ass. If you go back in the spring I kinda wanna see if it you need a travel buddy

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : My place?

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : But I don't live there. That's the point -- it's rented out to this art college -because- I don't live there. It's not good for old buildings to be empty and besides, maintenance costs a fortune.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Nah you lie down the street from me. That's our home now. Yes I'm being really generous with 'down the street'

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : I meant I'm going back to Europe for a bit in the spring to visit Abuelita. I think a northern layover could be cool.

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Same county at least. 🙂 I do intend to find something more permanent than the trailer. If I'm sticking around I need somewhere I can put books and few other things. Planning to stay at a hotel in the suburbs of Copenhagen while I'm there. Somewhere that's not full of Chinese tourists wanting to experience Danish Christmas.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Also wtf is up with Amsterdam and Chinese food? I thought it'd be easy to do like a whole seafood thing.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Best damn Dim Sum I've had since being home in New York tho.

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Yeah? If it works out for some reason we're in Europe at the same time I could probably give you a tour. It's been three years since I went home last though, it's not like I'm a regular on these transatlantic flights.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : (sends follow up pic of a ham he's working on prepping labeled) NOT DIM SUM 🙁

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Amsterdam kind of says pot to me. And now you know what I was doing when I was in Amsterdam, years ago.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : A lot of the Harbor says that to me too.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : I mean it also says cults, possession, and alien plant monsters, but ya know pot is somewhere buried on the list lol

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Yeah, but it's legal in the US. The Netherlands are the only place in continental Europe that pot's legal.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : well I didn't know we were talking legal!

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Hah! Just saying, send a Danish teenager to Amsterdam, he's not going to looking at canals and boats. Or Chinese restaurants. Although possibly wandering the Red Light District while turning an interesting shade of crimson himself. Not that I'd know. Nope.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Never. We're the good kids. Promise.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : I swear i'm having my old man moment early

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : Like I'm officially an adult or some shit. I did well my first semester so I got myself new pans. Check this out! Got a really nice cast iron one too. Great for bacon and faerie smashing if they try to get in the house

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : No, no, no. You don't hurt the faeries. You bargain with them. Lend them a few things when they need, set a loaf of bread aside for them, wait for one of them to give you a barrel of beer that never runs dry until your kitchen maid takes a peek inside and finds out there's nothing but cobwebs inside. Traditions, man.

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : I don't know those ones. I got you on speed dial next time one shows up. I'll let em know I got a negotiator

(TXT to Ravn) Ignacio : I ever tell you how a squirrel, a chipmunk, and a couple of frogs bust me out of jail once? Card jail not people jail

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : A negotiator armed with four hundred years' worth of folk tales AND possessed of good aim with a cold-forged horse shoe.

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Hah, no?

(TXT to Ignacio) Ravn : Guy next to me just threw up. I feel sorry for him. It's hours before we reach Iceland, he's not going to have a fun trip.