I don't believe I've properly articulated my complete infatuation with all things Spain.
Last summer, I was fortunate enough to visit the region of Cataluña for the first time. My family and I stayed for a 4 or so days in the Costa Brava exploring old historic towns and beautiful quiet beaches, then took a detour for a few days to France to visit family, then we headed back to España and spent the rest of the trip in beautiful Barcelona.
My dear readers, I love everything about this part of Spain. I appreciate the colors, the smells, and the graffiti. I dream about the tapas, especially pimientos de padron and pan con tomate. I can't wait to get back there and enjoy a balmy summer night with a glass of red wine. Spanish guitar makes my knees weak and I am a football fanatic (according to the latest Vanity Fair - we are no longer allowed to say soccer, haha!) - Iker Casillas, Gerard Pique...the list goes on. Spanish festivals are exciting and revolve around food, faith, and seasons. I studied the language for 10 years and I find it to be one of the most beautiful languages I've ever heard. It's romantic and sounds, to me, like a song when spoken. And I think I've written about my appreciation for the siesta concept, before...
For some reason, I have a vision that is suck in my head. I see myself (and Damir) running an olive orchard in the hills of this region of Spain. I see us pressing our own olive oil, marinating olives - when I was little we had ten olive trees on our property and once a year we would harvest, crack, soak, and marinate buckets and buckets of olives and it changed my world. I envision a long wooden table under grape vines where we have nightly family dinners (think: giant pans of paella) in the summer time made with our own vegetables and fruit grown on our property. I want chickens and fresh eggs and I want to be able to drive in to town and feel the energy of the bustling city. I want to be only a train ride away from other amazing, historically important areas of western civilization. And if Damir and I do work out, it would certainly be important to me to be closer to his part of the world and his family. This image in my head is so vivid and feels so tangible to me. I sincerely hope to someday live this dream. Sigh.
But until then, I will simply have to visit as much as I can and try to incorporate aspects of the culture into my life in the Bay Area of California. We will be heading back to Spain (and France and Slovenia) this June and I can already feel the Champagne Bubbles running through my veins...or should I say Cava Bubbles...
Do you have a place that gives you champagne bubbles?