Back now, from the whirlwind that was Spain. I find myself insanely jealous of anyone leaving for a trip soon, a trip to anywhere. How hard it is to be back in front of a computer all day, instead of at an outside cafe table on the Darro River!
Oh well, I suppose things will feel normal again soon. Memories will start to fade a little. The memory of shrimps broiled with garlic butter, spooned onto bread. Or the taste of a shot of fino in a wine shop at 11:30 AM. Counting down the hours on the long ride from Madrid to Sevilla, the whiteness of the roses on a Semana Santa Paso. The horns and drums that follow the Paso, the quiet of the empty Mezquita in Cordoba.
The memories may fade a bit, but Spain will always be with me now.
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