A Trip to Spain, Pt.7: Hasta luego

Our hotel wall in Madrid is wallpapered on the far right side with a giant photograph of the New York skyline, overlaid with the lyrics to "New York, New York." This is odd for traveling Americans. In 7 hours we'll be in NY, with a 7 hour layover 'till we get on our plane to LA. The wallpaper is a reminder that this room marks the end of our Spanish odyssey.

Last night, with the wind of the breath of the new at my back, I entered my first gothic catheral. I, not a Catholic, did not expect to be overtaken, but the Holy Mother...or The Dove...or the soul of  an infinity of vespers came to me...and pulled me into a knowingness.

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me-in-church-1

It is alive, you see. This is what they do not tell you.

The arches, white - not like marble, not like, pearl, not like chalk , but for all the world like bones - reach their zenith out of their own volition. They feed off our inspiration, and circulate the light. The architecture is the bones, and we...we...are the holy spirit.

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arch-mashup

I do not mean this to read as blasphemy, or presumptuous, this is what came through to me, startling my corneas through the stained glass of Almudena Cathedral.

I take this will me.Gracias España.

And last night, in the Lobby of Hotel Mercure, Madrid, we said goodbye to David (in what I'm sure was his very coolest Superman T-Shirt), Sergio, Óscar, David (de Barcelona),Fernando y Agustin . No - not goodbye, "Hasta Luego" (see you later), because these 10 days, through this sleepless journey, we have found a family overseas. Music lovers. Film lovers. Life lovers. Nerds.

We will not allow us to become strangers to each other again. El proximo año. Rock on, guys.

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balcony-

Raya Yarbrough

Singer, Composer, writer of absurd stories about LA, chanteuse on Outlander, BSG, DaVinci's Demons, & I used to date Dick Grayson.