On Unplanned Trips & Spanish Walls
Back in August,
when the sun still rose high in the sky,
we gathered our things and travelled,
aimlessly, without a destination in mind.
I mean, we had planned to go as far as Vilar formoso,
like we always do when we're in Badamalos
for the sole purpose of stocking up
on the smoked Spanish Pimenton, we seem to live off in this house.
I wasn't expecting it's energy and sounds,
which seemed to resonate within its
maize of alleyways and terracota walls.
Nor was I expecting its beautifully framed balconies,
encased in old glass and lined with colourful flower pots.
And those wooden doors, so old, so filled with history.
Somehow, this old town managed
to encapsulate it's richness, it's tradition.
And someday, we'll make our way back there.
For some of it has remained engraved within me...