Barcelona is rapidly becoming one of my favorite cities on the planet, thereby bumping Chicago down a notch. The pace of life matches your heartbeat as you stroll along the cobblestone streets. It is clean, friendly, and most importantly for a Virginia gal like me, warm.
My sister and brother-in-law joined my husband and me on a long weekend to Spain to investigate a different culture and, quite frankly, to rest from the rigors of our daily lives. It was worth every minute and penny we spent.
Back in the spring, my sister said she loved visiting us in Munich, but that she wanted to see a different part of Europe, too. So she suggested we book a flight somewhere, anywhere, warm in September. At first I hedged, standing next to the ruins of our dry-rotted porch, thinking of all the expenses our house, my business travel, and daily life required.
Then it dawned on me that the power of intention is much stronger than fear. So I smiled into the phone and said “Yes. Let’s do it!”
We visited museums, restaurants and plazas, soaking up the sun’s rays reflecting off the Mediterranean and realized what a great thing slow travel can be. We took a siesta every day, resting for our late-night dinner and allowing the impressions of the day to sink in.
And when we celebrated our farewell dinner, my sister leaned in and asked “When are we doing our next power of slow trip?”
Stockholm, we said, with a blend of sauna in the woods meets city. She’s already bought the travel guides. Until then, we will dream of our next slow adventure and bask in the poetry of intention at work.