Oh, I’m excited!
One week. In one week, I will be in Spain. I love Spain. I went when I was twenty-one and again when I was twenty-two. My memories of this country are all in glowing sepia. I love the people, I love the language, I love the architecture, I love the food and the warm weather. I love the smaller towns, with their winding streets and their unending charm. I love that this time, I will understand what people are saying to me.
And I get to see the Alhambra Palace again! I have never seen the Taj Mahal, and one day I must, but until I do, my having seen the Alhambra Palace is enough to tide me over. I’ve been around a bit. I’ve seen a thing or two. But seeing this building was an experience that elevated my soul. I love that I get to see it again.
And then, Morocco! I’ve never been to Morocco. But I have dreamed of it for a long, long time. So foreign. So exotic. So different from anywhere I’ve ever been. And from the photos I’ve seen, the doors alone are worth going to see. Look at this.
Seriously, how can I consider my life complete without seeing these doors? Luckily, in a few short weeks, that question will be moot.
(Oh, I’m not taking my computer on this trip. But I promise you photos when I get back.)