LONGING FOR SPAIN

I'm someone who just loves traveling a lot, even if that means by only going back and forth by a cab on my daily basis activities. I can always find the same excitement of being on a trip, in a moving vehicle, to a new place, with new climate, new culture, new fashion statements, new spices, new smell, and other things that might sound even more silly if I don't stop the list.

I enjoy letting my sight goes on a free dive into the sky, to the deepest part of a fat, thick clouds above (or below). And even when most of travel experiences I had were by chance were only done by sitting alone with a book or couple of hours of internet connection and a glass of sweet cold drink in a coffee shop after office hours, I think it was a blast.




I did manage taking myself to some of the most interesting places and beaches when I got the budget to spend, and there are times when I get lucky enough to be sent by my office on a training abroad that enables me to see the other side of this world.

But one thing for sure that will never stop me from dreaming and saving, there's one place among the others that always be in my top of the list for places worth to dying for. I still haven't gone to, yet still really desire to fly, and land, and stay and sleep, eat, drink, dance and make love in Spain. Whether in Barcelona or Madrid, doesn't really matter. I don't really care.

I just love the way it speaks to me. Its color, its food, its cities.

Can't wait for that days to come when I get to see a self-reflection on its subway window. Or passing its narrow streets on an old rented bicycle. And with local companions I'll be dancing, drinking, sailing, swimming, running, sleeping, breathing and laughing for nothing but the happiness that I celebrate.
Someday, I will. I know I will.

Wait for me, land of sexiness! I'm coming to you!









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