When I have the time, I think. The ideal time to do this is on my hour-long bus ride home every day. I start out with simple thoughts... like what I hope is for dinner, or what I have to do homework wise. Then I start thinking a bit more, reflecting on the day, just as I am right now... deciding if I should watch the presidential debate, or the vampire diaries premiere.
But for some reason, no matter where my thoughts venture off, the deeper I travel into that dark void, the closer I am to, as usual, emerge to the light of one distinct idea: Spain.
When I left on that warm summer's day, departing from this dry desert, I would have never guessed that I'd be reflecting on it (daily, mind you), more than a year later. Every time I think about my summer in Spain, I think of the sweet taste of Trina as it soothed my dry lips, the brush of sand against my wet scalp as I showered after a long day at the beach, the Phineas and Ferb theme song as it echoed through the dimly lit hallways of the basement... I just can't stop obsessing over the country.
I don't know if that's because it was my first summer without my parents, the freedom of no control, the Colacao every morning, the fiestas del pueblo I took part in, the nights spent wandering among the buildings crowding the city, the night hike to Montserrat, or simply the churros I could indulge in.
Perhaps, it was the massive mixture of everything that made me fall in love with the country. But I guess that's just what happened that summer...
I fell madly in love, with a country.
But for some reason, no matter where my thoughts venture off, the deeper I travel into that dark void, the closer I am to, as usual, emerge to the light of one distinct idea: Spain.
When I left on that warm summer's day, departing from this dry desert, I would have never guessed that I'd be reflecting on it (daily, mind you), more than a year later. Every time I think about my summer in Spain, I think of the sweet taste of Trina as it soothed my dry lips, the brush of sand against my wet scalp as I showered after a long day at the beach, the Phineas and Ferb theme song as it echoed through the dimly lit hallways of the basement... I just can't stop obsessing over the country.
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| The magnificent Trina I became addicted to. |
I don't know if that's because it was my first summer without my parents, the freedom of no control, the Colacao every morning, the fiestas del pueblo I took part in, the nights spent wandering among the buildings crowding the city, the night hike to Montserrat, or simply the churros I could indulge in.
Perhaps, it was the massive mixture of everything that made me fall in love with the country. But I guess that's just what happened that summer...
I fell madly in love, with a country.
1 comment:
wow. way to have pride in your country. i think you should see what else the USA has to offer. jk lolz :) SPAIN FTW!!
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