Our bags are packed, backpacks stuffed with our most precious—and most useful—things. It is sink or swim time in Spain… I think we’ll swim. Do you?
Goodbye Malibu, hello Puerto De Santa Maria, where sister Stephanie, her face and heart stamped with so many things Gabriele, will be waiting when we get off the plane. There will be abrazos y besos.. and tears I’m sure.
Goodbye old friends. We’ll miss you. And California—our golden state–can never be completely left behind. Saying adios to Grandma and Grandpa, tears in their eyes, was probably the hardest thing.
What’s next for us? Tapas, porto, and dancing until dawn-if we can stay up all night like the Spaniards do. And so many other adventures. I’m longing for something I can feel but not recognize—at least not yet.