I know we’ve only just met, but I think I may already love you.
From the moment the airplane touched down in Málaga, I felt myself grinning from ear to ear.
When we stepped outside of the plane, the air had a distinct aroma, reminiscent of campfires and the beach.
The drive from Málaga to Marbella was gorgeous. The tapas lunch on the beach (quite literally) was breathtaking.
The waitstaff was incredibly friendly. My favorite part was when one waiter handed three-year-old Luca the check and said “Paga, Luca.”
While I realize I am in a very touristy (not to mention wealthy) part of the country, and my experience isn’t indicative of typical Spanish life, I feel myself yearning for more. I want to see more of you, Spain.
I had already planned to return in September to take the Camino de Santiago de Compostela pilgrimage; and I am now convinced, more than ever, of the brilliance of that plan.
I can see this infatuation developing into a lifelong romance. I promise to become fluent in Spanish, just for you. (Okay, so I’ve actually had that goal for some time. But you are the reason for it finally coming to fruition.)
Oh, dear Spain, let me further count the ways I love thee.
You provided warmth and sunshine when I had almost forgotten about their existence.
Spain, I’ll be back for you.
Your biggest admirer,