Descending into Madrid with smiles from a sweet slumber. Your casual words lured me into a dreamy sleep.

We wake to take winding roads of green to our new home. Three days contiguous with the sea.

Modern sliding glass and a shower like a waterfall, this place will do just fine. A bottle of spanish red, and I'm shower-fresh singing love songs on the balcony.

Constantly reading books, perhaps seeing life from an introspective place. My inner-self is not a go-getter, she's deeply complicated and drowning under ideas.

But that's not the girl you want. That's not the girl you brought on this trip. I have to lay down my anxieties and find a desire to explore.

I'm tying up my long blonde hair and sleeping peacefully. The way I look forward to sleep in a new place makes me nervous. I guess most people want to see as much as they can. But I'd like to sit by the sea. Sip warm coffee, and sharpen my pencils before pressing them to the page. I'd like to take it all in from a place of stillness. To feel this moment, to smell the water and salt.

You keep moving, and I try my best to keep up. I'm a slow soul. My heart is gentle and my fears are substantial. You move me out of my comfort zones into experiences I would never endeavor on my own.

Thank you for filling in my softness. I can't make it through a trip without crying, without feeling everything. Something about a new place brings me to my knees emotionally. It is beautiful, and it is refreshing.

Simple life, and the sea. Cheers to seeing more of this world with you.