Without a doubt, casual free-form afternoons with friends are the memories that last. This one was at a small bar at the top of a hill in Cuenca, Spain. Visiting Spain in September of 2005 was just one of the ventures in my not-yet-complete twenties that required going outside of my comfort zone, upsetting my employer, and parting from my husband (ever so briefly).
However, doing what’s easy or predictable does not require us to change or challenge ourselves. For this trip I learned Spanish (as much as I could in 3-4 months), traveled alone across the globe, and carried my world on my back without assistance. 
The result? I discovered that I am stronger and braver than I ever imagined. Not to drink and take painkillers at the same time. That family, friends, and a sense of connection are what makes life rich. And that my next voyage would include my husband–my best friend, because having someone to share the experience with is priceless. 
As I can so relate. As I am in Costa Rica and not in Spain, it would still mean so much more to have my husband, family and/or friends with me!!
Comment by Michele — July 2, 2006 @ 8:14 pm
Soon, Michele, soon … brother and nieces will arrive. And big sister will have to jealously lie in the bed of her own making at home in the US, wishing she were there. It is a dilemma, wanting to be home, and adventuring, both at the same time. Even more than your travels though, I am jealous of the Spanish fluency you are achieving! I will start down that long slow road next month with beginning Spanish. Why, oh why, did I take seven years of French?
Comment by Laura — July 3, 2006 @ 7:04 am