Bienvenido a Espana

27 hours of being in 3 cars, 3 planes, 2 layovers, 1 customs check (no, not in Madrid, Frankfurt), having to reorganize my bags twice in the middle of the airport, buying a $59 Euro bag after a woman told me I was going to have to pay $250 for overweight baggage on Lufthansa, returning the bag after I go to a friendly looking man who tells me “No worries, you came from the USA;” I finally made it to this beautiful country and am currently sitting in this wonderful hotel, Hotel Museo del Arte, in Madrid.
An immediate reason why I love this country; the wine is cheaper than the water. I’m sold. I realize that I am a feather floating in this world. I was destined to meet wonderful people immediately upon getting here, I was destined to love this city and immediately start thinking in Spanish and pick up simple phrases such as, “Cuenta por favor y Me gustaria numero cuatro con un copa de blanco vino.” I kept pinching myself as I walked around this city seeing museums, Cathedrals, Pablo Picasso and Dali paintings, plaza centers, local markets and of course pigeons, thinking my life is surreal. How am I having a conversation with this person in this location on this day? How am I actually talking in Spanish in this city? Life is incredible and it makes me realize how much I love people. I love taking chances and putting yourself out there and loving people for exactly who they are, where they are in their walk in life, and embracing every moment with people.

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  1. Sounds awesome Kell! Its funny to hear you are already thinking in spanish.... how wonderful! Plus, the wine... ooohhhh the wine... sounds fantastic. Please have a fare share for me too!

    Love and Miss you! :)

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  2. Sweet, Spanish pigeons! Do they look the same?

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