Hola, Senor!

Before I had time to catch my breath from running around the UK and Ireland, I was wisked away to Spain by a knight in shining armor. The decision to take this unexpected holiday was based solely on the promise I had made to myself before crossing the pond. I was going to take risks, and I was going to take a lot of them. So it was thanks to this ingenious train of thought that led me to be, once again, beach bound! After months of drizzling rain and cloud covered skies I had forgotten the secrets of a summer's sun. Whether it be the warmth that came with tickling rays, the smile you couldn't bear to hide, or the naps that just couldn't wait. You bask in the warmth that sets on your skin and can feel its melting rhythms humming through your skin. As you lie in bed at night your nose tingles with the faint smells of the sea, not yet chased away by the wind. These were memories that floated back to me as I stepped off the plane in Barcelona. All it took was one deep breath, and I was home!