dear spain

Dear Spain,

To call you dear seems so inferior. You are more beautiful than I have words for. I think you know deep down just how gorgeous you are so I hesitate to gush over you. And yet... it seems impossible to stop myself. I loved you from afar for so long. Your food, your music... oh, your wine. I had no idea what mystery lurked beneath your surface. 

How could you torture me so... sitting in your own corner of the world... knowing so well that we would be so good for one another. The depths of your character are staggering. 

You have seen such riches and yet you are unassuming. You are so free and full of life... but deep down you cling to your family and your history. Which is so hard to turn away from because it is real and amazing. I feel a fool for you. You probably think I have no idea who you are. I guess maybe you are right. But I want to know you. 

You know of course that I have always been easily seduced by those souls that are older than myself. I like to learn. I long for a teacher. You lured me in... feigning youth. It only took a week or so to call your bluff. You are a quiet elder. Touche! I am a willing fool. You are the most beautiful seductress one could hope for. Call me a babe Your international open heart has won me. Lets dance!!!

I guess all I wanted to tell you dear Spain... is that no matter what happens between us... I am better for knowing you. And thanks for the lessons learned. You are beautiful. 

I guess the thing I keep thinking is that we have so much in common. You are older and wiser than me. That is easy to see. But, like you, I am a free and happy entity with a rich past. I think it is this that draws me to you and makes me love you so. I feel lucky to have known you... even if just for a brief moment in time. 

One last thing Spain... even if things don't work out between us... I think I am in love with your friends... so I hope you realize I will keep them. Even if we fall apart.