Only one week has passed since
I came back from Spain but I’m already missing home after being there for three
weeks. I miss the sounds, I miss the air and, above all, I miss the sun!
It’s the smell of wet dog
fur, the smell of warm dust, the smell of a renewed childhood. Another hello,
another goodbye, another lapse of happiness in my life.
Do you know when you’re
having a really pleasant dream and then you wake up wishing it had never ended?
Well, mine sounded a bit like this...
Hola:)
ReplyDeleteWell, I'm not Spanish, but every time I visit Spain, I don't want to leave. And I don't mean Spanish beaches, I don't do that. I love Granada, Galicia, Navarra, mountains, and local people. I must have been a Spaniard my past life.
That dream of yours sound pretty:)
Suerte!