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I love Spain, in particular southern Spain. Also known as the Andalucía area. Every time I go it has been exactly what I have needed. It’s given me both the rest and adventure I crave. A reminder to travel slow.
For a few years, my parents rented a villa along the coast in a community called Estepona. They’d go each spring for a few months and I’d take advantage of the extra bed and visit them for a couple weeks.
I look forward to the day when I too can go for months instead of weeks.
I’d wake up each and every morning to my happy place realized. Each and every night I’d go to sleep thinking same thing. What more could a girl want?
Typically, my first couple days there are luxuriantly lazy.
A posture I believe I’ve earned after the almost 30 hour journey to get there. With the few exceptions, we Atlantic Canadians have to back track before we get where we are going. It makes for long days but the extra flight to Toronto or Montreal before jetting overseas is a necessary inconvenience.
I sit on my perch in the glassed in sun room/balcony soaking in the sun and the sound of the waves. I watch life unfold on the Mediterranean. Accented with white limestone buildings, angled chimney and terra cotta shingles the cafe colored beach is alive with men fishing, dolphins swimming, and ships sailing. I sip my coffee and thank God each time for the beauty before me.
Cats, dogs, and birds make up the bulk of our neighbors when we first get there. Gradually, the other human tenants of the complex move in.
Mostly, I feel indulgent in my seclusion on my optionally glassed-in oasis. I could live here and have often wished for the power to stop time. Sometimes, I’m almost convinced I have.
I’m only there for 2 weeks, but still I travel slow. Savor the destination.