It’s funny how so much can happen in such a short period of time. So much that you want to write down, remember. Yet, at the same time, you want to find the perfect place to sit down and write it. And you want a day, free of all activities, to do it.
Yeah, that doesn’t exist.
So, here I am, on one of the busiest days of my week, sitting in one of my favorite artisan beer bars in Bilbao (Penguin Bar) putting some thoughts together.
Surprisingly, and maybe no so surprisingly at the same time, this was all I could put to paper:
- My dad would love this place
- Maybe I should re-read the instructions to that group project I need to start
- How long will I be sitting here before I ask for a piece of dessert? (You’d be doing a disservice to yourself if you left Penguin Bar without trying the homemade dessert – it never disappoints)
- I can’t miss the last night bus home again – the walk is a killer
Not a day goes by that I don’t think of my dad. And not in a sad, “I can’t move on” type of way, but in a way that remembers the best parts about him.
When I drink coffee in the mornings (and I can’t believe I’ve taken up coffee since I moved to Spain!), I savor every sip of the café con leche because it truly is a lovely little way to sit outside and relax before the day starts. Now, what my dad made was far from a lovely little cup of café con leche, but I’d like to think that he savored those peaceful moments in the morning the same way I do now.