Te regalo mi amor

Hola a todos!
There is somthing about being in a bus station that often evokes thought. Something about the series of arrivals and departures that makes us stop and reflect on our own lives, where we are going, what we are doing and where we will end up. with our tickets in our hand we make our decisions and hop and take a leap of faith hoping it is the right choice. Sitting in the bus station this past weekend in anticipation to my trip to paradise, Salobrena a local beach here, i began to reflect on my time here in Spain and became lost in a series of daydreams. The song by Malu Blanco y Negro played in the background.
I began to stop and think that i never thought when i was 5 years old, let alone in highschool as well that i would ever be living abroad in a foreign country, fending for msyelf and creating such wonderful relationships with people from all over the world. It made me start to question whether or not my original plans in my future would hold true or would become lost like so many travelers do in a good book.
Boarding the bus and taking my seat, we left the station and traveled through the city and to the highway to the country which is painted with a series of green rolling hills with peaks and valleys. The terrain always is beautiful and never ceases to amaze me though i have taken this journey before. in the distance windmills turned calmyly providing energy to the small town below them. I watched the mills turn so slowly without a care as my mind became lost in thought and i began to sign along to Big and Rich as well as that songs of the Avett Brothers.
Arriving at the beach to see that it was family day, my friend and i not having  abthing suits stripped down to our underware and let the world see our bare pale asses. Kidding, Children streamed around us playing int he sand, the waves crashed inteh distance as my friend and i baked like an apple pie in the sun. the onyl ones brave enough to eneter the water were the slavs and germans to which the spanish looked and peered at in utter amazement and shock. ( the spanish are such pansies when it comes to the frigid weather haahh)
After 4 hours we foun doutrselves parked on a small beach hut sipping a cafe con leche gazing at the water until the time of our return ticket beckoned inthe background. We stopped at a local bread shop and returned to the bus stop prompty with our wheels of bread the size of a steering wheel, a 1.50 euro well spent and boarded the bus to belost again in thoguht concluding that our expeirence could best be described as a visa commercial:

Roundtrip ticket to salobrena-  10 euro

suntan lotion so you dont look like the spanish flag- 8 euro
Coffee on the beach 1.50 euro
Bread the size of a steering wheel 1.50
Finding peace in your soul... priceless

xoxxo
Worldy Woman

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