Ode to Mérida

Falling into these small towns and petite cities that lay on the charm in their own unique Spanish way gave me the impression that I was being wooed by a beautiful woman, who might have some intentions that I didn’t know about.

Mérida I’m falling for you.

Mérida was a place I had never thought of going to — it didn’t even register on my radar.  But the bright sunny day we spent there, with a warm evening out eating and drinking, gave me the impression that, yes, I could stay here for awhile.

Mérida, the sly and seductive one.

Each place, with its own personal feeling that it expels.  Spain gave off an aura of indifference.  Because it knows how good it is.  It knows how amazing its food can be.  It knows that people come there for their holidays, but leave with life changing experiences.

Spain knows.  Mérida knows. 

 

Guadiana River, Merida

Basilique du Sacré-Cœur

In the morning, you can find people from around the world that gather in this place, this place of extreme tourism.Still, you can find moments of interesting, thoughtful, and intriguing exuberance.
Like the young ballet dancer doing his routine in the middle of the street, pausing so that cars could pass, often times, they would honk at him, and he would kindly bow to their ability to move through his space.  But keeping his composure, he just starts from where he stopped.

It is a mix up of people if there ever was one.  Guys selling cold Heineken from buckets full of ice.  Tons of cameras flashing.  Classical musicians playing on the steps.  Few people gather inside, because it is summer, and outside, the lights of the city are just starting to come one.  Just beginning to light up the boulevards.

We drank wine from the bottle, and ate a baguette.

Of course.

 

 

Basilique du Sacré-Cœur