Location: El Chorro, Spain
She opened her eyes sleepily and met his gaze. The morning sun beamed through the window bouncing off his golden locks. She gasped at his beauty. He looked like an angel. Happiness washed over her body like a gentle sedative.
Location: Ronda, Spain
The flamenco guitar filled the courtyard with its simplistic melody. “I don’t want to go just yet” she said clutching onto his hand. Granules of sand escaped through her fingers delicately like the time around her.
Location: Acros de la Frontera, Spain.
They drove past a battalion of defeated black sunflowers who were holding their heads in shame.
Her fingers itched begging to write the beginning of a glorious tale. She scribbled in her journal roughly,
“today I ate six year old cheese, drank twelve year old wine and I discovered all past declarations were empty"
Location: Seville, Spain
She sat awkwardly on the hard sofa attempting to ignore the feigned groans from the prostitute in the adjacent room. The old hotel room shifted as he walked through the door. He was carrying bags of groceries and a beaming smile.
Everything was forgotten; there wasn’t a place in the world that she would rather be.
Location: Merida, Spain
She held the limp sprig that was infested with star-shaped flowers under her nose and inhaled the aroma with a sigh.
She stopped tethering the wilted plant into her hair and muttered softly “you know jasmine flowers are a sedative?”
He smiled and took her hand in his; she was gleaming.
Location: Avila & Salamanca, Spain
She took another sip of her wine glancing off into the distance watching the elaborated painted sky.
Biting her lip she dismissed the secret that had been devouring her since morning; It could wait.