Last Day in Spain

On this last day in Spain,  I’m reviewing my visits here…
The colors that I associate with Spain are blue and orange–
all things Spanish seem to be of terra cotta and marble– lots of marble:  marble floors, marble walls, marble tiles, marble stairs– slippery when wet–cool in the heat– resilient yet breakable. Ancient and beautiful, what is older than stone?  Like agates, each piece is a work of art…
Though, the true prize seems to be the unmarred– whitest of white– a sculptor’s delight, yet I prefer the colored and striated, created by nature–indicative elements– more practical than gold.

My time here is waning.

So many sights and insights–I marvel at culture and people and history with big hope in my heart.  We have had countless people-helping-people experiences.  I believe they outnumber the bad experiences that we hear about.   A real problem is that fear and anger invoke more emotional response.  That’s why I want to report through my good natured filter.  I see it as responsibility to present a more realistic view.
In many ways, being on the move in other countries feels like a step out of time.  But as I make-ready, I become excited about returning home–gathering with family and friends.  Dorothy had that much right–“There’s no place like home.”