The thing with taking photos for my job is that I no longer take photos of the little things. Not the way I used to when I would go out and take photos of everything I saw that interested me. There’s old brick buildings downtown with old chocolate ads and business names that no longer exist that I go by every week and I tell myself that I’ll ‘eventually’ get a photo of them.
I’ve been putting this post off, just a little bit. Because goodbyes are hard and they’re a little sad, no matter how much you say, “It’s not goodbye, it’s ‘see you later’.” Which I’m hoping this is. But I still spent 10 months in Madrid. I fell madly, madly in love with this city and my chest constricts every time I see a list like this one and I didn’t really expect that to happen, you guys. I should have, but I didn’t. So, after Seville I went back for a week and visited places I’d loved before and went to a few new places (which have been added to my Madrid Guide) and got to say good-bye to the city that I’d walked through at 06:30 to go catch the Metro, that I’d walked through with friends on my way to dinner, to football, to a movie, to Retiro, to everywhere. Madrid swept me off my feet and it was beautiful. Continue reading
Seville was a last minute decision. It was a, “Do I have enough money? Do I have enough energy?” trip that I took what felt like ages to decide on until the Wednesday before I was supposed to leave, I found myself walking up to the bus kiosk and asking for a one way ticket to Seville, which was then carefully tucked into my wallet. It was the last city on my ‘to visit in Spain’ list and I’m glad I went, even with my aching back and tired feet and heart already set on a course for home, there was still just enough left in me for one more trip and Seville, you did not disappoint.
As this month winds down to a close (how are we at the 26th of August already?!), I continue to realize how quickly time goes by. It feels like the summer just started and BAM! I leave for Canada on Saturday (whaaat?!). Before all my time disappeared on me, I wanted to spend some time in Málaga, especially since it was only a half hour drive from where I was staying. So, spur of the moment, on my last weekend in the area, I packed my backpack and spent 24 hours in Málaga.
In my Good Things post last week, I mentioned fog coming off the ocean. There’s been some fog here in the evenings, but I haven’t seen anything like this. It started rolling in slowly. I was having a drink on the terrace of Bar Boru and you could see the fog curling in. I had my camera with me and decided to head down to the beach to see about getting some photos. I was only there about 20 minutes and it’s crazy how quickly it went from the above photo to the last one. It was beautiful though, a little haunting, but beautiful.