spain, i’ll always love you

some days, well, most days even, i’m grateful for my job, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world.

never imagined i’d end up where i am but i guess sometimes that’s just how it’s supposed to be. if you’d told me 3 years ago that i’d find a job that would take me around the world, i’d have laughed in your fucking face.

but you know what? i did and it does and each time i go away, i’m forever changed.

why am i talking about it now?


because i’m currently in spain, never imagining i’d fall so hard for a country i’d never been to. i mean, i figured it would be nice and a cool learning experience, but never, ever could i have imagined just how much i’d love it.

along for the experience were 5 other people, plus 2 hosts, with which i had zero expectations of what would come of it.

never expected to like each one of them and damn what a ride it was.

landed in barcelona not feeling my best. for various reasons, i probably shouldn’t have traveled but i like to keep my commitments.

or perhaps the universe was just making sure i went? who knows.

brief summary: after almost 2 days in barcelona of free time, our group flew to alicante. once there, we loaded in a van and headed on a 2.5 hour drive to macael, a tiny town with about 0.5 grocery stores and nothing else but some companies, like cosentino, that keep the area going and a wonderful community. we spent time with the company, a company so doing it right, that we wanted to just soak it all in. i still do even though the trip is winding down. and i want to continue. they’re that good.

The group ventured out of town some, first to a seaside town called mojacar, which sits right on the mediterranean. yep, that mediterranean. i mean, i stuck my feet in the mediterranean, people. in case you don’t recall, that’s been on my life list.

checked it off.

we also spent a day in granada, walking around streets and alleys filled with shops and cafes and cathedrals.

oh, the cathedrals.

i know you think you’re reading it wrong but you’re not. these were cathedrals that were so magical that it could make your heart feel like it could actually be healed and be whole again. lately, i was having doubts that that could ever happen again.

the dinners and lunches. we’re not talking about grabbing a bite and hitting the road.

nope. the spanish people do it right. meals usually last 2 – 3 hours which at first i thought would make me want to stab my eyeballs out with a dull rusty knife, but honestly, i get it. such a lesson for this semi-impatient american.

the time we spent eating and drinking is time i’ll probably never forget. for various, um, reasons that shall remain within the ears of the people there. all i can say is that it’s been a long time since i’ve laughed so much.

i definitely felt something shift in me. many things, maybe. seems only appropriate after how much has changed over the last few months and everything that has gone on. it was nice to get away and have a break from routine to let things shift.

despite the roller coaster of my emotions during this time, it was something i’ll never forget and will forever pinch myself to be reminded how lucky we all were.

and most definitely, the people. the people are people i’ll never forget because the trip wouldn’t have been the same without all of them there. each one, like pieces in a larger puzzle.

so, to team comf: i can’t thank you enough for the good times, especially when i needed them most. to liz, jimrona, hallie, matthew, lorenzo, and michael, i’m bowing down, bitches **. you’re solid people that i’m lucky to have met and gone on this journey with. you inspired me and i have the utmost respect for each and every one of you. love you all. cheers forever (i’m looking each one of you directly in the eyes).

the days and nights were long.

but long in a way i’d do again anytime. i mean, maybe after a recovery period first.

more soon, with photos and all. it’s like 4am and i’m back in barcelona with about 10 hours of sleep total over a week. what the fuck do you expect?

** oh what’s that? just a queen bey reference in a semi-serious post. perhaps it’s because i’m listening to a bit of holy grail from jay-z.

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