Well, upon my return, I have undergone an unanticipated and unexpected conflict between two of my strongest loves. It seems my love for someone has interferred with my newfound love for a place. It seemes one cannot have his cake as well as eat the dam thing. Sadly, I regrettably report that my love for a place has prevailed. I'm not sure if it is what i wanted or had planned, however, it is how it turned out. While I lived in Malaga Spain this past fall, I grew a love and passion for traveling and spain that i cant quite describe with words. Lets just say its magical. In malaga, i was walking by 2000 year old ruins every day, a 1200 year old moorish castle, one of the most beautiful beaches with the most beautiful sunsets i have ever seen, some of the coolest and awesomest (ya, it might not be a word, but to me, its a verb) people walking earth speaking one of the more common and beautiful languages on earth and walking about in a city that makes reality seem like a joke. Was it bad for me to have experienced this since it has now become an unignorable thorn in my side that I cant quite stop thinking about returning? Or was it good to have provided me with all the insights, landmarks and histories of mine peoples throughout my ancestry and roots to realize who i am and more importantly who i want to be in life? either or, i hear the calls of andalucia herself through the bone chilling cold winds here in colorado flung violently from halfway across the globe to here. It may seem romantic or crazy, however, i did attain the belief that i had once roamed that same land in a past life. It seems my comfort level with the land, as if it were my home and I had lived there for one hundred years, has convinced me of such crazy notions.
However, notions they are not. I have been there. I have lived and breathed the streets near the castle and roman ruins and all along the coastline of the malaga coastline from el palo beach to la malagueta. Realities they are. It is a dream land in every sense of the notion. Walk down calle larios, and you will hear the tune of what appears to be professional flamenco players or an orchestra. And best of all, its all free. Just walking through the streets with this music playing in the background just amplifies the feeling of euphoria while there. Make your way down calle larios, across the street from mcdonalds to plaza de la marina and across to the port and soon you will meet the mediterannean sea. Wow. It seems no body of water has as many stories in history written about it as this one. This body of water has seen wars and more ships and hsitory than most. Yet, in Malaga, you can just sit along the shoreline or even along a road which has a running trail or biking trail next to it as well as huge massive cement blocks which you can sit on and dream and think and get lost ina world you never thought of. Its the perfect setting to write a book, or even a perfect setting for a book. Many works of literature and art have been written on that very land and sea. It seems all too surreal. I can not write about it no more tonight, I could write about it and its comparisons to paradise all night, so i will end it for now. But i promise you no less than a book in the future about it, written in the given setting. I also promise i will find my way back to this mystic land which i hear call me every night through the cold colorado winds brought from andalucia across the atlantic ocean. I will adhere to your requests one day sooner than later, i promise andalucia. for now, i must put up with this chaotic busy american lifestyle and try to get a degree. If, for some odd reason I am unable to complete that task, then I know where my great escape will be to. to eve be a bum in this type of land is to be a wealthy man, for not all bums get to lie alongside one of the more beautiful beaches known to man and enjoy near perfect weather year around to survive in, believe me, I have known a few bums here in colorado and they can second the motion. Anyhow, I hope you have enjoyed my writing for now and will write and update when I can and promise that when I return to my past lifes home, andalucia espana, i will begin and complete a book that you hopefully wont be able to put down. but for now, gotta keep my priorities straight and try and get this degree here in america so it can be easier to work in europe. thanks, take it easy...
However, notions they are not. I have been there. I have lived and breathed the streets near the castle and roman ruins and all along the coastline of the malaga coastline from el palo beach to la malagueta. Realities they are. It is a dream land in every sense of the notion. Walk down calle larios, and you will hear the tune of what appears to be professional flamenco players or an orchestra. And best of all, its all free. Just walking through the streets with this music playing in the background just amplifies the feeling of euphoria while there. Make your way down calle larios, across the street from mcdonalds to plaza de la marina and across to the port and soon you will meet the mediterannean sea. Wow. It seems no body of water has as many stories in history written about it as this one. This body of water has seen wars and more ships and hsitory than most. Yet, in Malaga, you can just sit along the shoreline or even along a road which has a running trail or biking trail next to it as well as huge massive cement blocks which you can sit on and dream and think and get lost ina world you never thought of. Its the perfect setting to write a book, or even a perfect setting for a book. Many works of literature and art have been written on that very land and sea. It seems all too surreal. I can not write about it no more tonight, I could write about it and its comparisons to paradise all night, so i will end it for now. But i promise you no less than a book in the future about it, written in the given setting. I also promise i will find my way back to this mystic land which i hear call me every night through the cold colorado winds brought from andalucia across the atlantic ocean. I will adhere to your requests one day sooner than later, i promise andalucia. for now, i must put up with this chaotic busy american lifestyle and try to get a degree. If, for some odd reason I am unable to complete that task, then I know where my great escape will be to. to eve be a bum in this type of land is to be a wealthy man, for not all bums get to lie alongside one of the more beautiful beaches known to man and enjoy near perfect weather year around to survive in, believe me, I have known a few bums here in colorado and they can second the motion. Anyhow, I hope you have enjoyed my writing for now and will write and update when I can and promise that when I return to my past lifes home, andalucia espana, i will begin and complete a book that you hopefully wont be able to put down. but for now, gotta keep my priorities straight and try and get this degree here in america so it can be easier to work in europe. thanks, take it easy...
