It’s hard to wake up to this for a few days, then return to ‘real’ life.
Not that I’m disputing the beauty of the Puget Sound or the joy I get when I see the Fauntleroy ferry crossing to Vashon right in our backyard. But Granada was a fairy tale, a place I didn’t think could be real; the shock of finding it and having to leave has been difficult.
Casa Martin calls out for me to return. Really, staying there is perfect for sweet vegan Damien – our own kitchen to prepare foods in, and by some miracle a vegan restaurant within walking distance. In Spain!
I’ve tried to recreate lemonade with mint, ice cream with coffee, tomatoes on toast. Perhaps it’s only a reflection of my culinary skills, but thus far I can’t match the taste. I’m pretty sure the magic ingredient was being love drunk on the company I kept.
The rooftop deck we enjoyed on our last night there – Rafa built it. This was truly a home with love in it’s bones, a home that Fina was destined [no, really] to stay in.
I feel ‘destined’ in my own way to return. Not to live, but to stay for much longer than a few days. Emails have been sent + plans are being made. We’ll go meet this new human who will arrive in early December, we’ll revisit swimming pools, we’ll write albums and books, we’ll take baths of cinnamon while drinking mint tea.
It may be Sevilla’s motto, but I’ll blatantly steal it and apply it to Granada here: “No me ha dejado.”