Nos encontraremos en el Sol

I've had the pleasure and the opportunity to travel recetly. It was life changing. Not in a major way, but in many small, subtle ways, to the point of it seeming like dream bites.

I wasn't afraid to go until I stepped on the plane. In rougly 18 hours (which included a layover) I would arrive in Madrid, alone. No one was waiting for me there. Now that excited me. What scared me most was not being able to ask for help.

I took spanish in high school, but I'm rubbish at it now. I can understand quite a bit and read pleanty of it, but converse with a real human? Goodness no. I'm rusty. I'm shy. I freeze up.

I'm on the metro, empty... like metros usually are at airports. I have no idea what time it is because my phone's service is disconnected. But I'm here! And I'm travelling, here to draw, see, feel it all. I want to remember- how can I serve? How can I best be a light?

I left for Spain feeling very confused about what I should be doing to help make the world better. I was hoping to gain some clarity and get over this funk I was in.

Dancing in the street!  Near the Reina Sofia museum during the San Isidro festival.

Dancing in the street!  Near the Reina Sofia museum during the San Isidro festival.

But then I connected with people and everything changed. I met some lovely people at the hostel and on my walking tour fresh in the morning. After the tour ended around lunchtime, I'd made a new friend, and we spent the next few days visiting museums, talking about art, and taking photos. We even drew together in Reiro park. Zaki and Elody, you made my time in Madrid magical!

El Parque de Retiro

El Parque de Retiro

By far, one of the most beautiful parks I've been to was Retiro Park near the Prado museum. It was large and in charge, green as a grasshopper, stylish and relaxed with beautiful people riding their bikes and strolling along the various paths. I love this park, and I'm deeply impressed by how grand it is. The Monumeno de Alfonso was superb, and there's nothing more calming than watching people lazily paddle their boats around the beautiful structure.

I started most of my days with early morning walks and a coffee. The San Isidro Festival was going on that week so they were setting up for events and testing microphones. Light conversation between myself and the cafe waiter or a fellow traveler included with coffee every time, free of charge.

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The Spanish countryside is beautiful and green. It reminds me of Napa in parts. I missed my train.... Had to wait 4 hours for the next one because I went to the wrong station. I'm pleasantly surprised, though, that when something goes wrong, life goes on. It's not really a big deal. I was so afraid something like this would happen, but in the end, I'm ok!

I walked around the train station for a long time, read my book but mostly watched other people. The train was comfortable and headed to San Sebastian where I would stay with my first host from couchsurfing.com.

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What's new with you?

What's new, friends? It's Spring and I don't know about you, but I can feel the new beginnings that are ready to burst forth and take us somewhere. The weather is helping inspire this energy, too, if I do say so myself.

Just to recap, I did a trial run of a self portrait painting workshop. It was a lot of fun, and proved helpful for those of us that need to get in touch with our intuitive artist. I'm blending some yoga, process painting, and play with this workshop. Along with this artistic soul spring cleaning, you walk away with a self portrait which is a really fun thing to keep in your time capsule (or give to your Mom). Good stuff.

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I'm also getting ready for my trip to Spain and France next month. I bought a fresh new sketchbook. This will be my first time going overseas alone so I'm swimming with a lot of emotions right now. Here's a drawing from a couple years ago when I went to Scotland. Hopefully I will taste lots of beautiful things this time around, too....will need to find vegan versions thist time.

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And today I broke in the sketchbook after a meetup with some lovely artist friends in San Francisco. While drawing on the corner, I met Elaine Jones, a beautiful 95 woman who told me about her vibrant life in the Richmond and Sunset neighborhoods, both of which have changed a lot over the decades. You wouldn't know she's 95, but had a surgical accident two years ago, and now can barely walk. We talked for 30 minutes or so before dinner as I sketched and she observed the sunset.

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Spontaneous conversations leave me warm and comforted like nightlights.

What have you been up to? Our stories are precious. Share yours when you can!