It had been five years since I last came here. Big breaths of heavy fragrant air, white sand between toes, salty water dripping from hair, wind whipping through conifers as feet hit the red clay on a rocky path running in the morning, driving along winding country roads listening to Spanish radio commercials, little spicy pimientos and full red wine – I missed that. And will miss it still.
I had a wonderful but too short few days with my parents. I’ll need to come back really soon, in less than five years this time.