Never Retire: Nothing's Really All That Big In Texas
I'm not sure that there's a place that does things bigger than Spain.
As my wife and I walked around the scene that is our neighborhood most of the day yesterday, I struggled to find the words to illustrate how special this place is.
In a minute I'll try with words and some images.
Putting off for a day what I had planned to write about over the next two days:
The idea that Never Retire doesn't just mean Never Retiring from work. More importantly, it means Never Retiring from life.
My plan to take my Spanish language learning up a few notches. I need to do more and learn faster at the same time as keeping it light, sensible and realistic.
I spoke a lot of Spanish yesterday. In the bike shop. And, for a few hours, with friends in a plaza outside a tapas bar in our neighborhood. It was a good day for my Spanish.
More on that soon.
But first—
Yesterday was the perfect illustration of how incredible our neighborhood—Russafa—is.
I'm starting to feel like one of those annoying New Yorkers who acts like because Manhattan exists you don't really need to go any place else.