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All tagged Spain
I have been a collector of all types of travel trinkets since I was a very small child. Each summer, my family would travel to the beach and I would spend hours collecting shells and shark's teeth to add to my shoe box of treasures packed away in my closet.
Although my tastes have changed considerably, I still surround myself with treasures collected near and far. Each time I walk into my home, I am immediately taken back to each and every grand adventure.
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.
Elayne and I had spent a few hours touring the Prado Museum, when we decided to walk to the Hard Rock Cafe (and it was, as with most spur of the moment decisions, a very bad idea). That said, we located a map, perched on a street corner and attempted to discern which direction we needed to proceed. Once we had agreed on a general direction, we set out in the heat of the day on a mission.
The temperature hovered around 105 degrees Fahrenheit, the sun relentlessly bore down upon us and I felt like we were stuck on a concrete treadmill. After several iterations of "It HAS to be just up there!", we actually spotted the sign, sprinted (um, drug ourselves) and arrived breathlessly at our destination.
