If you don't remember anything else I've said, remember this.
If you get a chance to go to Spain, go to Spain. Period.
We stepped off the plane into warmth, something that I had not felt since last September. I saw the sun, something that I had not seen since last September, and I don't know if it was the Vitamin D replinishment, or if it was the ability to wear shorts outside and let my stunningly pale legs be seen again, but it put me in a good mood.
See, Spain came at a perfect time. Here in England I'm in a whole mess of papers, exams, speeches, etc... The culture in Spain contradicts this worry. The slow-moving, laid-back, friendly people and environment simply made you relax.
I felt like I could finally rest. As the semester quickly bursts to the finish line, the work and stress has piled up. And thought the work was still watiting when I returned 7AM Monday morning, Spain had done a number on the "freak-out" meter.
Some highlights:
I've posted some pictures below, but if you have a chance, you should check out the Plaza De Espana, or "Spanish Plaza."
I got to see a real life bull fighting ring
I picked an orange off a tree and ate it. (I don't recommend it, it tasted purely like the sour part of a sour patch kid)
Cruzcampo, it's a good beer, but you didn't hear it from me
Playing on playgrounds
This huge wooden structure (pictured below) that is the largest wooden structure in the world
The sun
The people
This riot that was happening in the Seville airport in favor of better rights for cafeteria workers (make sure your volume is turned on, but not too loud)
La Semana Santa, or their religious week before Easter. This was rather interesting. I'm rather concerned to post pictures publicly for certain reasons. Plus if I ever decided to run for political office, these pictures on my blog would keep me from winning, no doubt. If you google search "La Semana Santa costumes," you'll realize why. Heck, you should watch a youtube video of it as well while you're at it.
But even though Spain was incredible and relaxed me, no trip can ultimately give you, me, or anyone else "rest." They were a calm couple days, but the business was still here at Harlaxton when I returned.
Spain, I thank you for showing me that I need real, authentic "rest" and "peace", (both super broad, difficult terms to comprehend), in my life, and I thank you for reminding me that these do not come from exterior happenings or situations or locations, but they come from something much greater in my relationship with Christ.
Want another word search, here ya go.
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ADIOS AMIGOS BARCELONA CRUZCAMPO DONKEY ORANGES PLAYGROUNDS SEVILLE SUN
Thanks for reading once again!
It's time for me to go eat some really subpar food!
Kyle