"Mother Goose" in Campo Grande, Valladolid
Peacock in Campo Grande, Valladolid
Fountain in Campo Grande, Valladolid
Vacant plaza in Valladolid during siesta
Plaza Espana, Valladolid
View of the cathedral, Valladolid
Plaza Espana Market, Valladolid
This'll be my last post from Spain, but not my last post as a blogger abroad. I'll be continuing a new blog in France in the autumn for my fourth year as an English teacher overseas. But for now, I say good-bye to Spain...
On my last day in Spain, I love...
siestas, because I can walk down winding streets where the sun catches some windows and misses others and not see a single soul. The city is mine and I can walk as slowly as I want, swinging my arms as high as I want.
an old lady who is admiring a sparkly gown in a shop window. She's in a moment and I smile, thinking about how she may be much older than I, but a lovely gown continues to grip her attention. We're all different, yet the same.
menu del dias. I don't stop to eat one, but the idea is perfect for the Spanish anatomy of a lunch.
the park, because the sky is blue, the trees are green, the birds are chirping, and my favourite white geese immediately walk up to me when I go to pay them a last visit. I don't have any food, so they cease honking, yet they continue to nest beside me. I stare at one duck and realize he's staring back at me. I wonder what he's thinking. As I walk away, I like to imagine he winked at me.
the weather, because it seems appropriately Spanish. Everything is perfect in the city I've lived in for the last nine months today. It's entirely called for, seeing as tomorrow, I will leave.
Shakira on the radio in Spanish.
my favourite shops, because they have clothes that seem to jump out at me and into a bag. I'm sucked into a shopping hole where a few hours disappear, hours that should be spent packing, but I'm content to indulge, because it is my last day and I'm content to flutter around town alone in and out of shops.
that my eyes get a little teary while walking past certain places that reincarnate memories of the early months spent on these streets.
that I will miss Valladolid, even if just a little bit.
that I survived this year.