Impossible

Hello Blogger friends I'm back after my short hiatus and back in the UK; if you weren't in the know nor guessed I've been away on holiday to Andalucia, Spain - Frigliana to be precise. It's impossible not to fall in love with the place, it's the most beautiful part of Spain if not the most beautiful place I've ever visited. It's a perfect mix of traditional and commercial, I mean it's still way laid back and relaxing but there's just enough to keep you interested; it's been delicately touched by tourism whilst still maintaining it's old world charm. It has a perfect balance with the most friendly and genuine people you're ever likely to meet.

It calls us back year after year, it's a place I could never get bored of, it's a place I could genuinely live in - a place I would love to call home. I'm normally ready to come home after a week away but, barring one exception, I could have happily stayed for another week; and it's impossible not to miss the place when you leave. There was a real sense of sadness and of loss during the drive back to the airport, as we headed out of Frigliana and onwards out of Nerja to meet the motorway, watching the town and the surrounding countryside and mountains fade away into the distance. It hurt..........

A couple of hours later I found myself impossibly cold - to go from 33C down to 14C was a serious shock, but it wasn't just the temperature. To wake each morning to that view, as in the photo above, the view from the balcony of our villa tucked away amongst the mountains, valleys and rolling countryside to suburban Stockport was a culture shock. And then to find myself home alone after a week of fine company struck me cold inside; for a while I felt confused, lost and lonely - I could have cried.

The one exception to me not me staying happily for another week? My boyfriend, I missed him so very much; there were times when I thought of how he'd love the place and how it would have been perfect to be walking hand in hand with him through the winding white washed streets or sat together watching the boats out on the sea - he loves that kind of stuff and I love him. To spend a week with him dressed only in a pair of shorts, to rub sunscreen into his body and to get wet with him in the pool would have been beyond perfect; alas it wasn't to be, we talked and texted but it just wasn't the same. However he was one of very few reasons that I found myself happy to back and he soon rid me of my lost and lonely state of mind.....