Agh, two days ago I wrote probably the best entry ever and accidentally deleted it whilst chatting to someone on messenger! It has taken until now to pull myself together and I’m fighting jet lag big time.
I’ve been reminiscing about my trip and the people I’ve met along the way. The world is so small now and I have made some deep friendships. My heart felt torn in two as I winged my way back home. I have always felt I belong in Europe (well I am half Welsh). Yet, I love being Australian, I love where I live with the freshest air I’ve ever breathed, the four seasons in one day thing, the fact that I can have lunch on a beach, at a winery, a market or take my pick of the thousands of different country’s restaurants. My family is here.
I came home to wave goodbye to James and Chelsea as they set of on their Camino. Swinging doors! I’m so excited for them.
They will be back in September to get married on the Sunshine Coast, the day before I go back to Spain. Our lives are so tightly scheduled this year!
I have morriña for Spain and Australia. Im actually trying to work out how I can split life between the two. Galicia has engulfed me each time I go there.
It, and its people have completely gripped my soul. It calls me with such intensity. Who would ever have thought this country bumpkin girl would end up wanting to live in Spain?
The Galician people that I met are proud of their ancestry, not materialistic, and only work to earn ‘enough’. Quality of life is all important. They have it right. I was 60 by the time i realized this!
Watch this space …