Spanish Love Letters...
(written to a dear blonde back home and I enjoyed writing it so much, I published it here)
Dearest Skye of Pacific Northwest,
My breath is currently of brisk Finnish air. Vikings and saunas a plenty. Blonde are the masses so you might feel at home here.
I flew just yesterday from the Catalonian capital of Barcelona.
A wondrous city indeed. With majestic architecture; Castles and giant cathedrals abound, and in between beautiful ancient stone homes from the Roman era. Not to mention the tapas - with the finest of cheeses, jámons (Spanish cured meats), incredible olives, delicatessen baguettes and sangria for lunch! It
would also seem like mojitos are the national quench on a hot summer day.
I adore the Spanish way of life!
Relaxed and Sexy.
Beauty is everywhere,
The language is smooth and the wine is flowing.
Everything about Spain I love.
I wish to live here someday.
I'd like to explore the north-small towns built unto boulders of mountain sides. A meeting of climates between desert and tropical. A nice combination- hot and green. Walls of homes hundreds of years in age, angled, slightly crooked, grape vines decorating each arch ways and a nation wide siesta time between the hours of 1-4 pm.
The country rests in the heat.
Shops close, shudders are drawn, babies are fed and hammocks are full. The country collectively sighs with a gentle grin...
the pace is intelligent.
They seem to have ignored signs to join the common wealth's common pace that is the rat race. With a 40% unemployment rate- it would seem like the country is content just 'chillin'.
And goodness, do I love it.
I wish you were here.
Even if you do not love olives yet- you will after tasting Spain's specialty.
Alas
I must be off,
Wishing you smiles in this day. Hugging you from the futuristic land of html, besos,
With love,
Aya