So if you haven’t noticed, I took a bit of a hiatus from writing about my adventure in Spain this past summer. It has taken a while to digest everything from my time there and get to a place where I want to write again (on top of the fact that I jumped straight back into my full time job and am training for a race!). So, as the other things are a’cookin’ in this head of mine, here is a little “best of”- my Letters to the World, Spain Edition.
-Dear Gazpacho, I love your cool, tomato-ey thickness on a hot day, especially eaten on a terrace and accompanied by a crispy cold Cruzcampo beer.
-Dear Cruzcampo, I love that moment when someone gave me a glass of you, and after not having tasted your inconsistent flavor for so long, I could still tell that it was you. I missed you and admire your chameleon- like attributes and resistance to stick to the norms.
– Dear Pistachio and Dark Chocolate Gelato,
It doesn’t matter if I don’t want sweets, I will always make an excuse to incorporate you into my day.
– Dear Barmen in Sevilla,
Thank you for letting me exercise my independence by allowing me to come up to the bar to order (whenever I want!) and for remembering what I choose, unlike the barmen in Granada who look at me strangely for not staying seated to order. I like that you let me decide when I get served, like letting me take part in the whole dining experience apart from eating 🙂 [Ok, I know I’m going to get some opposition on this one, mainly from Cojones!]
-Dear Barmen in Granada,
I appreciate you, too! Mainly because you give me yummy treats free of charge (más o menos) when I order a drink.
– Dear Montes of Málaga,
I will never tire of traversing your wavy topography only to see the sea on the other side. You are beautiful.
– Dear Doñana,
There are no words to describe your breathtaking beauty and the precious memories you hold in your sands. You are my happy place.
– Dear Flamenco Dancer,
Thank you for awing me with your sharp yet graceful movements and your proud strength. Wherever you are in your head, I want to go to there.
– Dear Flamenco guitarist on the terrace overlooking the Alhambra,
Your nostalgic tunes along with the delicious scent of the flowers, the babbling brook, and the vista of that lovely palace romanced my heart and made me fall in love. However, I do not think I could stand that everyday- too much romance! But you were just enough whenever you came round 🙂
– Dear Sun in Spain,
I love that you give more light to that country and the days last longer so as to enjoy completely all that land has to offer.
Many more letters could I write. So many that I might have to do a follow up! Next edition will be Carolina Edition, though (of course!). Get ready!
Do you have any “letters to the world” you could write today?
Contra= Euphoria. Enough said. Ok, maybe not…
Every now and then my gals and I like to head over to Chantilly Hall in Charlotte for their Saturday night contra dance. It is absolutely EUPHORIC! I always laugh so hard that I get sick to my stomach, probably because of how ridiculous the whole thing is: dancing with middle-aged men, swinging around as fast as you can and staring, I mean, staring intently, into your partner’s eyes hoping so much that you don’t sick up on them… It’s pretty amazing!! If you ever go, do your fellow contra dancers a favor and don’t drink alcoholic beverages beforehand 🙂 Here is a look at how it works:
**Special thanks to ContraMike1 on youtube- my videos wouldn’t upload! And, for apparently getting some footage of my friends and I unawares- Well played!**