It finally feels like we're settling in to life here. The first few weeks are all about getting your feet under you and, quite literally, a roof over your head. Trying to figure out how exactly to get an apartment, pay your utility bill, open a bank account, menu plan, and navigate public transportation all combines to make a soupy mixture of equal parts absurdity, hilarity, and stress. Not angry kind of stress, but the rolling-my-eyes-because-I-can't-imagine-how-many-ways-in-which-this-could-go-wrong kind of stress.
But now we have these things worked out, more or less, and it's all coming together like individual fibers weaving into a strong rope.
It's felt incredibly nice to relax, lay back, and inhale Spain. The smells - fresh baking bread, salty sea air and a faint whiff of tobacco. The sights - palm trees waving gently in the sunshine, white stucco walls with black wrought-iron rails over the windows, exploding with flowers and color. The feel - adventure, spontaneity, intrigue.
I am enchanted by this new home.
¡¡¡Que guay tu vida!!! LOVED meeting you yesterday and am psyched to get to know you more and learn from your blogging. (i´m such a wannabee baby boomer blogger...is there hope?!)
ReplyDeleteHave a Tinto de Verano day!
Pamela
Thanks for describing the smells - one doesn't often get to experience this when reading a travelogue. I'd forgotten that Europe is not as non-smoker friendly as the USA, however, you make it sound almost romantic.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad that you're able to sit back, relax and truly enjoy your experiences there!