Sometimes I take life for granted and I don’t like that. The other day was a very laid-back day (typical Spain) and so, without any pressing engagements, I went to work a little earlier than usual. I take the train about half an hour outside Barcelona and the entire trip is along the coast. I remember the first two months I worked at this school, I spent almost the entire trip staring at the Mediterranean Sea in awe and admiring the way the sunset colored the horizon and I realized: I’m in Spain! I’m in Spain and I’m sitting on a beach on the Mediterranean Sea! I felt embarrassed that I had to wake up from wherever I was sleeping to realize exactly where I was. I guess that amount of awe is difficult to carry around with you all the time. I smile and am happy when I walk through the streets and notice what is actually going on around me (the people, the buildings, the animals, the trees, the weather) and am not preoccupied with what I have to do that night or who I have to call or what I need to buy at the grocery store. I guess it’s the old “Take time to smell the flowers” thing. I believe that more and more each day.