cobblestone streets

I was walking home from El Corte Ingles (shopping mall) on Thursday when it hit me.

I have to stay.

All along, I guess, I'd known that. Deep down, it was always there. There's so much more I want to do here. So much. I couldn't fit it all into the next two months. I love it here. I love the people, the pace of life, the knowledge that rest and conversation are more important than 40-hour work weeks. And I love that I just walked home at 3:45 in the morning and felt absolutely safe.

I also love caramel vodka. First shots of my life = success.

Love always,
molly