I traveled to Spain last week,
I have no fear of flying.
Barcelona, Valencia, y Peniscola tambien.
I practiced my Spanish there,
and played upon the beaches.
In the mornings I sipped cortadas and...
discerned the children's screeches.
I learned that Sant Mateu
houses seven cloistered nuns.
They hide inside the monastery
never ~ enjoying the Spanish sun.
I spent muchos pesetas
and ate tapas con mis amigos.
I dined on gifts from the sea
and wished mi hija was conmigo.
All along the coast...
the Palmetto trees were sighing.
I took a siesta and while I slept...
the bulls of Valencia were dying.
I was only once in Spain, so
I was only once in Spain, so long ago, but I remember it like yesterday. San Sebastien, with its beautiful beach and funicular. Nowadays, I have been to "resorts" in the Dominican, learned a few words of broken resort Spanish, but I would love to go back to Spain. Well, France and Germany too, for that matter. Mucha suerte, Geneva!
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