to complete my rant now… (keep in mind that i haven’t re-read part 1 so it may sound completely disconnected from it)
i believe i was talking about how i fall in love with cities and i was cut off after my ottawa monologue. so voila:
for my winter break this year, my parents took me to spain (awesome!) and we “road tripped” from madrid to vejer de la frontera to granada and back to madrid (we also went to toledo on the way to vejer sevilla while we were staying in vejer) and, yet again, i fell in love
all of these cities just completely enchanted me. madrid with its well-dressed people and gorgeous architecture, with its coffee shops and massive crowds. toledo with its tiny callejones and cobble-stone streets. vejer with its adorable signs and white buildings. sevilla with its flamenco culture and ultra modern streetcars. granada with its dive bars and arab palaces. all of it. i loved it. it was much more than i ever expected – and i had immense expectations for it. i cannot wait to go back, especially because i have yet to go to barcelona.
it’s really a country i hope to live in one day, and i fell in love with it so easily that i can’t help but wonder if maybe i’m broken. if so… oh well… i don’t really mind loving cities instead of people… they don’t break hearts