Spain is a cure full of pain. The country is distinct and unique. It has the capacity to become the dream country for a lot of people because it's so down to earth and solid.
I've been to Madrid & Barcelona and medieval towns, and beach towns, and artistic towns of Spain in the last 12 days. Based on numerous exaggerated feedbacks I got before I packed, I was expecting to be swept off my feet by its glamour. I was expecting dizziness, mind-blowing attractions and blinding fake experiences. I spared myself the usual touristic fanfare and found something even better.
Spain is a fine mixture that has a delicate and familiar taste. It's certainly Mediterranian, but than it's African too, and Indian American, with a slice of Brazil and Cuba, even maybe Mexican. Well, it's human. You can feel the streets breathing like no other. You can feel their anger, their genuine dirt, their hurried sadness, always bitterness and neverending joy.
On these streets, Spanish people look very much alike. Shiny black long hair: a certain cut for women and a certain ponytail for men accompanied by a certain beard. The clothing on their fit body is always consistent and elegantly designed. The wisdom you see in their eyes is generally understanding: when they look at you, they really are looking at you, only until you want them to stop looking at you. So you don't feel in danger, invaded or at risk. You feel... alike.
At the tip of the continent, Spain is a place where European life-standards somehow meet real human values. Of course there are downsides to living here, but these are so honestly and elegantly put forth that you can't really resist the whole offer. Sun, sand, dance and sangria seem to be there in Spain to save you whenever you need a dream that can come true.
