A perfect start
I arise, dress and stroll through the quiet crime free streets to the local coffee bar.Its only 6:30am and the sky twinkles with stars.
We are regulars there, just nods not words yet, we await the beans to be ground, cups two at a time are passed around, sips and slurps are heard, and then the satisfying sigh of contentment passes through frothy lips.
Adjoin outside, clicks of lighters, scents of tobacco; scent of coffee and the sweet scent of Aniseed liqueur permeate the area. Colorful glow of smartphone screens upon faces, wifi is free.
As the first cup empties the sky changes, brightness from the east and shadows of the palm trees decorate the pavement.
The second cup arrives, more sighs...We talk now, Barcelona, tractors and olive trees, we are animated, the caffeine, nicotine and for those on the Aniseed liqueur the alcoholic awakening starts.
Coffee guy puts up the umbrellas, the suns up, it’s bright and the heat from the Sahara burns away the cool of the night.
Walking home, passing a fountain full of birds the scent of fresh bread, a few rolls straight from the oven in hand, they are hot and their scent makes the mouth water, they will be good drizzled in olive oil and sieved tomato.
Best thing about it...I get to do it again tomorrow and the next day and the next.
Am I a coward and loser for settling here?.......No I’m
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Ok, I dare you to run with the bulls in Pamplona and I won't call you a coward
Thanks for the Spanish lesson
Outer Mongolia!
That's too remote.
I've only come across one Inner Mongolian my whole life!
What a beauty she was. Long black jet hair. Porcelain skin. Exquisite features. Graceful like a gazelle.....
Ok, MiMi's off for some yummy dinner now.
Fish head curry anyone?
That sounds like heaven, and I think Biff could get very used to that lifestyle.
Well, heaven apart from:
a. Getting up at 6.30am (middle of the night). I am a night owl. 6.30am is when you go to bed after a good night out.
b. It being still dark at 6.30am in the summer. I am used to long days of sunlight here)
c. Having to drink coffee....yuck
Yes I have noticed all the Spanish are over here running amok.
I may join you one morning just to escape them.
No sea breezes...intense dry heat....!!...
Whether one is sitting by a Lake...watching the sailing boats...paddle boards....or by the Sea...the lull of the waves...sand...joyous faces....
Surely that is 'blessed'....
For my sanity...i need to live by water...
Non, Not my local Spanish people running amok?, they dont even run.
I'm going to ruined your morning
blessed by what or by whom
why I'm not blessed
It might reach the desolate Midlands at some stage