I have always wanted to travel...just throw a dart at the map and hop the next plane to paradise.  I had a lifelong dream of a trip to Spain and I finally fulfilled that dream this year.  My obsession with Spain started when I was child, enamored with all things Flamenco and I dreamed of being serenaded by a handsome man while dancing in the cobblestone streets, intoxicated by the smell of bougainvillea.  I was worried that I had created this magical place in my dreams that could not possibly exist in reality. 

I must say that I was not disappointed, rather I WAS that beautiful woman, being serenaded by a handsome man at the El Patio Sevillano, while drinking Cava on my birthday.  It was stunning and yes, I cried.  I was overwhelmed by the haunting beauty of the music, the lyrical movement of the dancers and the love story they told through song and dance, even though I didn't understand a single word. It is like opera...you don' have to understand the words to understand the story.