Dear god I am so thankful to be in our hotel in Madrid with a shower in which we can actually stand up. In Paris, we had to climb a little ladder to the bathroom and sit down in the tub with a handheld sprayer. If one really wants to stand up in that tub, one must stick one's head out the skylight.
Of course, we knew this. We stayed in the same room on our honeymoon nine years earlier. Ah romance! It does mature over time. Nine years ago, the tub was charming. This time, it was just a bit exasperating.
My first impression is that I adore Espana. It is sunny! And hilly! And has curly architecture! I want to fall in love ... for Spain to seep into my blood. I want to become Spanish in my soul. I need to speak the language ... rrrrrrrrrr and th. Eventually, I want not to have to say, "Lo siento pero no puedo hablar muy bien" with a sad little face. I want to find my conquistador, Juan Valenciano ... in the voices and the scents and breezes. O por favor, quiero ser una paleographer buena y escribir a meaningful book that someday, a devoted undergraduate will unexpectedly find in a museum shop in Sevilla. Or Jacksonville. I'm not that particular.
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Ah, mi hija ... you are such a romantic! I'm happy that you are nearing your final destination. Spain sounds lovely! I had to smile at your comment about that which was charming 9 years ago being a nuisance now. Whether we like it or not, time does change us ... even though we often feel much younger than the calendar tells us we actually are. I'm vicariously enjoying your adventures! love, mom
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