8.69. Arrival

The blog is going to be strange right now. We are in Spain and that puts us half a day ahead of the homestead. Castelldefels is lovely. It isn’t even 11 AM and the 65 degree weather feels more like a pleasant 75 would in Arizona with a breeze coming off the ocean that makes it all the better. We haven’t truly experienced the beach. We walked the boardwalk yesterday and learned quite a bit about the up and down hilly nature of the area. After 15 hours of travel and shifting 9 hours worth of time zones my body gave out by 7pm. So, we have yet to truly experience the place.

Today is going to be that day.

Back to the point of earlier, the blog is going to be strange for a while, because I am exploring new places and new ideas and new forms. Some of this will wander into travel writing. Some of this will be reflective excursions about living in a new kind of situation (the host family of this B&B is a story above us in the home and must pass our area anytime they come or go), more will bit slices of micr fiction taken from the course work of the summer. It is a new day with new adventures, even 50 years into this long and pleasant life.

I’m excited for what today brings.

8.68.

We lost internet somewhere midway through this second flight, so this comes in as a late upload. I’m starting a new adventure, and I believe I am ready for it. Call it Talislegger’s Spanish vacation. For the last half decade the Lady Talis and I have been looking for a place to call home. The more I take these trips, the more I think IU am looking for two places. I nest. I settle in to a space and get very comfortable. Then, weather happens. I grow less comfortable. New York City is the only space where that has not happened.

I am looking for two places that are interchangeable. We may already have one, and we may not. Either way the goal is to split time between locations and continue to travel abroad, at least over the next decade. After that there are serious family questions to consider in terms of parents and grandchildren. Those considerations could happen even sooner than I’ve alleged.

I want to live somewhere close to water and close to green. I want to be able to grow things, eat what I grow, and feel at peace without the chaos of a big, crowded, city. Where in the world is such a magical place—let alone two?