Before we know it, our time in Spain has come to a close. I'm wanting just one more bowl of olives, another visit to a flamenco cave, mornings of birdsong, cool air that seeps through shuttered windows in Granada.
This place has captured my heart... its art, its people, the hum of a language I've studied but never been immersed in before.
At the airport I surprise myself by beginning to weep; we've spent every day with these translators (Jarit and Maria) and they've charmed us with their warmth, hilarious stories, and brilliance. As Maria is fond of saying, 'Spanish people are passionate,' and I can see this as she also begins to cry.
We walk through security, shoes off, belts off, sweaters in this bin, suitcases on that conveyor belt. Turning one last time, I see Maria wiping her eyes. Who knows if we shall meet again.
Photos of Granada and Seville, by L.L. Barkat.