"I missed you more than I thought I would. I found love where it wasn't supposed to be, Right in front of me." - Amber Run I cried today. I don't think anyone can really understand why. I miss that place. From the moment I arrived, I knew this time, this trip would be different. Everything about that place was magical. From the walks to the Mercado, to the pace of life, everything there was just peaceful. People don't make as much money as we do in the states, or even have as big of houses as we do, but they are free. Living life at the speed they choose. There was beauty wherever you looked. It was a sense of belonging that flowed through the city. No one was judging you, but they knew you weren't from there. This time last week, I was walking to a theater, with him, my sister, and waiting for my dad and brother to arrive. It was a cold Wednesday, We were waiting, hanging out, enjoying the evening. I remember it like it was yesterday. I can still feel the chills the night breeze would bring. I felt at home. I was home. The play, although rather pleasant, is not what I remember most about that night. I remember what happened afterward. When we all went back to the town. We walked around, like we did that first night. We were talking and laughing, without a care in the world. I remember I looked around, trying to take in every inch of the square. I was saving the moments one by one. I told him to take a moment and relax. We all just stopped, waited for a while, then walked back to the house. The evening ended around 4am, with music and dance lessons. We showed them our music, they showed us their dances. The night was perfect. I took many pictures on this trip. I always take many polaroids. I don't do it because it's "cool." I take polaroids for one reason. They frame instantly a moment in time that I wish I could remember. They make sure I can look back and remember the exact moment. A window in time to where I was, how I felt. It freezes a moment that I can look back to and smile, knowing where I was, knowing If I have the image, I can never forget it. I will always have them with me, the memories, the moments, they are pieces of me.
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AuthorReggie is a college gradute with a degree in English. She loves traveling and hopes to one day stay on the battle field for missions. Life is a book and everyday is an adventure, follow her on this journey and see the world through her eyes. Archives
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