When I was about to turn 30 I quit my job of eight years, sublet my apartment, gave my sister my cats, and moved to Spain. To a little village called Cadaques. Just so you know, it really looks like this picture.
Cadaques is in the northeast corner of Spain. A two hour drive northeast from Barcelona, on the Costa Brava.
I bring this up today because one of my coworkers just returned from two weeks in Spain. At my urging, he and his friends went for a day trip to Cadaques. We talked about it at lunch today.
I sat at the table and closed my eyes. I could see blue sea, white buildings, red tile roofs. I saw Jean Pierre, the man I loved. I saw friends. I was sitting in the Maratim drinking cafe con leche in the morning, drinking beer in the afternoon, watching the fishing boats moored nearby. I was 30 again.
The year I spent in Cadques was one of the most incredible years of my life. I would still be there, I'm certain, had I not run out of money. Alas. I have been back there, but not for many years. A big part of my heart is there.
I miss Cadaques. And I miss the me that I was there.
Posted by beth at October 20, 2003 01:27 PMAh, Beth, I thintherely had a thoft thpot in my thoul for uthted, tambien.
- j.p.
Posted by: Jean Pierre at October 20, 2003 07:20 PMgracias senor
Posted by: beth at October 20, 2003 10:57 PMHow beautiful! I wish I had been able to do something like that in my life.... Oh well, myaybe when I win the lottery and the kids are grown. ;-)
Posted by: mbl at October 21, 2003 06:38 AM