It’s my last weekend, on the island of Oahu for the time being. The journey before me has been a long time coming. The wheels were set in motion about a year ago, without realizing it. I am finally ready to travel again to the land of my ancestors….Spain.
The events that lead me to this point in time were sad ones initially. My brother passed away last March, quite unexpectedly. He was young, relatively speaking—only sixty-five years of age. It left me questioning, this journey we call life. Fragile, most definitely.
My soul longed for understanding our heritage more. Perhaps by going back to the lands of our ancestors, I would be grounded once again? After a great deal of thought, countless conversations with close friends and relatives; I knew what would help me gain back my “joi de’ vivre”–I must return to the land of our ancestors.
So here I am, bags packed ready to set out on a journey that will fill my soul up again. Spain awaits and Granada is calling my name! I plan to travel there this time to LIVE. Not be a tourist. I want to understand what daily life is like in Spain.
It’s time for me to seek what I know awaits in the cobblestone streets of the Albayzin neighborhood of Granada, where three faiths; Jews, Muslims and Christians, co-existed peacefully for hundreds of years.
Spain, your dances, your music, your food, your culture.
Did I hear someone say it’s “tapa time”?!! Let’s do this.