I will tell tales of the time my Mom came to visit me in Spain...
A reunion in the airport, a mixture of smiles & tears...
opening a suitcase filled with all the food I've missed from the USA.
Stories of walks on the beach and being caught in the rain,
of stumbling upon markets and purchasing scarves.
Visiting at all the cafes I've always walked by, and never could afford.
Eating tapas and Menu del Dia's until full on wine and desserts.
Staying at a family run B&B on the island of Somo,
Tea and cards and photos of blooming flowers in the garden.
Collecting shells by the sea, and falling asleep in the sand.
Travel by boat, train, car, bus, and plane...
Old villages, scenic mountains, Euro life.
Napping on a bench outside the Palace of Madrid.
Cooking meals together, movie nights, and playing games,
Conversations about culture, life, language, and options for next year...
I will smile at the memory of it all.
And feel like maybe it was all a dream...
Observing ninos interact with their vibrant English teacher,
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Playing gin with Spanish cards,
Learning the value of The Education,
Listening in awe to her fluent Spanish conversations,
Was I speaking French just now?
A little woozy on 1/2 glass of vino,
What are we eating?
No address, no phone#, no idea...
And that would be which hill?
No taxi-no way-I am walking down this hill.
A Fisherman's advice,
How far is 900 meters?
The keys,
Your English is so good..oh,you are English
Why take an elevator to the look-out when you can take the stairs,
The cat ate the cheriso- The government took the cheriso-cheriso is not meant to be!
Witnessing the reunion of la computer,
Stunned how she stepped so boldly into this culture and embraced it,
How many pesos...I mean Euros is that?
Oh come on, we can walk there...
Dunking and drinking chocolate,
The slowest parade in history,
Creepy pointed hats,
Amazed at her prowess getting around,
Sandwich in a cereal box,
Three plates for b-fast- must be Americans!
Where do I...how do I...what does this say, how do you say...what's the word for...
So proud of her...how lucky to be her mom,
Oh, it wasn't a dream.
This team is coming back!
i could have cried.
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