Recently, the bnb took a small break from the world as we know it and jetted off to Spain. Hence the month-long blackout at bnbhiouchi.com.
On our trip we connected with old friends — one in Bilbao, one in Valencia — and slipped in a few days getting lost on the cobbled streets of old Barcelona, for the museums, tapas, and cathedrals. We ate, we drank, we parsed the past and plotted the future. Mostly we disconnected from our daytime jobs and temporarily assumed the role of explorer, tasting both the Atlantic and Mediterranean and losing ourselves in the foreignness of history, wine, food, art, and language. These are things, staples of life really, we knew existed but the redwoods and wake-up calls did too good a job of obliterating them from our view.
So we shut the place down and hit the road. And thank god we did.
There’s a world of charm out there. There’s better red wine then you ever imagined (try a Rioja Gran Reserva when you get the chance), food that blows anything I could possible dish out here at the bnb (roasted pork cheeks? true paella Valenciana anyone?), art that will make you weak in the knees (visit the Sagrada Familia cathedral in Barcelona before you die, and the Picasso Museum), and friends that will have you scratching your head — was it ever this easy to smile and laugh and cry and then laugh again?
Was I ever that worthy of my friendship with Jan, with Javier, with Victor? Who are these good people and who am I? Can I still deliver the goods? Jeez I hope so because in the end it may be all I or any of us have.
But the forest called us back. And truth be told, it didn’t disappoint — thought it did take a few botched batches of muffins before I got my guesthouse groove back. Aside from really chucking it all and converting that broken down farmhouse outside Chulilla into a groovy airbnb or funky bakery, see above for the possible view, is there any real choice in the matter? (Actually a question that deserves consideration.)
The secret lessons of Spain? The coffee is better there. As is the wine. To lose weight eat more tapas. Somewhere there is a home sweet home (tho not sure I’ve found it). And best friends really do exist.
Oh, and my Spanish sucks.