Spain is magical.  I don’t know how else to say it.  As I sat in the plaza of the Catedral de Santa Maria del Mar, drinking wine until three AM with Edward, I realized that if I lived here I would never grow old.

Tapas with Edward and Xavi

Tomorrow I say goodbye to my mother, and Spain, and go farther away from home than ever before.  I am feeling sentimental, especially after falling, however briefly, back into the fairy tale that was my life in Spain five years ago.  I am ready, however, to expand my perspective of the world, and to do this with an open mind and an open heart.  I am willing to be vulnerable, because I know it only makes me stronger.  Vietnam, here I come.