Monday, I was having a coffee across from the Spanish Embassy on 23rd St, NW. I was killing time until I had to drop off condo documents to a buyer.  This coffee shop is one of my favorite haunts because for a brief moment in my day, I can pretend I'm still living in Spain.  

It was 1:30 and a bunch of ladies were having a cafecito.  I haven't lived in Spain for years but eavesdropping on their conversation instantly took me back.  The only thing missing was cigarette smoke wafting in my face. 

I hope to travel back to Spain this year.  I've never returned because I've always felt I would instantly be elated and sad:  elated to be back and sad I had to leave again. In my grand life plan, I intend to live there again. It's going to happen.  It's just a matter of time.  


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