A sense of familiarity in a foreign land

As I wind down the window
to let the summer wind blow across my face,
enchanting spanish guitar music fills my soul.
I am lost in the mystical tune,
and a foreign conversation in a language
that is familiar, but yet unreachable.
I sit in the car with Alberto & his loving parents,
and see the little lights of that familiar city getting closer & closer..
This is gonna be my home for the next few months or so,
how would my life be...
I would never know until I find out for myself.

It feels really odd,
it´s my fifth time in this faraway quaint lil city - Granada
full of culture, idiosyncrasies, hippiness & laughter
everything seems familiar, a sense of knowing,
but yet, everything is still so foreign,
a long haul from home.
the streets, the lights, people´s demeanours,
the way his family embraces me,
the way they laught heartily
and yet I yearn to understand what they´r laughing abt, but can´t
there are just so much things I love about the city
but fail to ever stretch out my hands and understand

I´m not sure if I would be happy here
but i guess i wont know until i find out.
Happiness doesnt lie around for u,
you hafta grasp ur own happiness.
Like wat i read in a really good book,
´Life is not a prelude to anything magnificent, life is a journey itself,
live every minute like it is your last´.
Perhaps she´s inspired me alot - ´kite strings of the southern cross´
Laurie Gough described her perilous yet adventurous journey
thru the world and how she found the essence of it all.
it´s beautiful like life itself.