Spain ’18
originally posted on march 17, 2018
when i think back to those seven magical days in southern spain, i see early mornings, a suitcase that got progressively messier, an uncomfortable plane seat, train rides that reeked absolutely of adventure, restless clouds, spanish-chinese takeout, wet khakis, flip flops, city-hopping, a lot of trying-not-to-laugh, museums, abandoned castles, boxy white houses with brick-colored tops, tired/restless soles/souls, as well as an inexplicable feeling of fresh, boundless freedom.
i regret none of it — not the rain, not my lack of preparation, not all the could'ves, the would'ves, the should'ves. moments like the ones i experienced in spain with that beloved bunch of people are so tender and so fragile and so hard to come by that even the smallest thing — staring at my own reflection in the tour bus’s window as the green hills rolled by like some ethereal photographic trick, for example — reminds me that so much of life is still to be lived.
scrolling soundtrack; this one song (click me!) was on repeat the whole trip.
1. madrid
2. cordoba
3. granada
4. ronda/sevilla
a moment that i will treasure forever:
“I knew I was experiencing the mitigated bliss of those who are too superstitious to claim they may get all they’ve ever dreamed of but are far too grateful not to know it could easily be taken away.”
- derek