Lessons From Our Spanish Neighbors

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Recently, I’ve been on a bit of a vacation.

No, not the usual mental vacation I run to on the daily, but an actual vacation that utilizes a passport, a sandy beach, and enough cervesa to layer up a few trips to Mars and back. So, please excuse me if this post comes with a certain swagga’ of siesta tied phrases, or a few adjectives that go beyond the call of duty in making you feel like you too are fresh from a vacation.

Or two.

So, let me begin by saying that if you have the chance to travel to Spain, do it. Barcelona, in particular, is a very sultry architectural wet dream of a city, with a culture that’s mind-blowing with amazing detail for the beauty that most cities either ignore completely, or over saturated beyond any recognition to the average eye.

The streets were filled with cobble stoned tourists, colors of all shapes and sizes, and enough poetry to fill up your favorite black hole deeply placed in space. As we walked through every crevice of the city, we found ourselves getting lost on purpose, then not, then again. Even though I’ve been to Barcelona a few times before, every turn felt original to the touch in an almost sadistic, velvety kind of experience.

La Sagrada Familia found herself with a few more bricks, concrete, and marble pieces in place–which was nice to see. We had the luxury of living within the city’s breathing space, swallowing deeply the same air as neighbors gossiping on the stoop, little ladies walking Spanish-speaking dogs; and of course, small plazas that dare you constantly to keep walking without stopping for a cervesa, vino, or a look into the movements of a neighborhood.

Small Tapas restaurants drew us from our romantic journey with amazing visceral treats–and for those who know me, you know how I am with food. We were able to visit the awesomeness of Monseratt, situated on the bluff of a mammoth of a mountain. If those early monks of yesteryear only knew that a coffee stand–not Starbucks, thank God–now stands in the same spot they once worshipped. Later, a countryside train ride proved yet once again the versatility of Barcelona’s beauty and often misunderstood relationship with nature.

Thinking back now, it was dreamy and a romantic adventure with a city and a country that has skipped every step of the love machine with me.

So, get yourself away from your own space and enjoy the space of another neighbor. Preferably, a neighbor who only speaks Spanish, and is enjoying the moment just as much as you are.

M.C. Davis

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