Today I love Spain and all the sights I’ve seen, though admittedly I haven’t seen as much as there is to see, but I’ve seen enough to see in two weeks and maybe, if I’m very good and very lucky I will get to come back here someday and see more. I love that this is my last full day here in Espana and we spent a good part of it walking down to the beach and along the beach street to the south and back in the sand and drifting into the surf now and then in bare feet while others walked by us in winter jackets and smiled at us and, I’m sure, wondered if we were Scandinavian or Canadian, because who else would be wading in the ocean in the winter.
Today I love that a “Today I Love” post already went out, one of my “best of” posts, but I could not let this day go by without writing about how it feels to be away from home, to wander friendly streets and wonder what it would be like to live here, to know that I have gone as far as looking at the price of real estate here … and yet to know that I am going home, to feel the rush of love for the icy land I left behind, to know that I have friends there who make me smile, to know that it is where I still belong, to know that my passport says that’s where I am from, to know that all the love I have was learned by me when I was there, and all the love I feel for people and places here is just because I am this man from Canada, I am this person who feels this way because I grew up and lived where I did and no one else can ever be me. I love that loving myself is as easy as loving everything around me, each in the way it deserves.
Today I love macaroni and cheese because it is my turn to cook and what else would a Scotsman/Irishman from Canada make in Spain? Am I right? You know I am. I love that I feel like I’m just getting the hang of things here and tomorrow I’ll have a foot in two different countries on two different continents. I love that we may or may not make it all the way home tomorrow, but we will be back on familiar ground before tomorrow is over in North America.
Today I love café solo and tapas for breakfast on the Fuengirola beach while the sun creeps up into the sky and makes the day warmer than it was supposed to be yet again. I love that that has been a recurring theme here on our holidays. I love thinking of home and how soon I’ll be there. Heads up, Canada, I’m coming back.