A deliciously slow Sunday is a unique experience in the streets of Spain.
It starts with the sun creeping in around the edges of the curtains, gradually growing enough in brightness to rouse you. You roll over and eventually kick off the covers to groggily head to the shower to fully wake up.
Breakfast is toast with freshly grated tomato, olive oil and salt alongside a cup of tea or coffee, your choice. As the sun rises higher still, you read, write, or simply just are.
Every city and town is a walking one, the very essence and life of Spain found outside in the streets. When you eventually make your way out of the house you will find people strolling. Time may move quickly, but the people don’t.
The best thing to do on a Sunday in Cordoba? Head to at least one terraza. Order a caña, a plate of jamon and a pincho de tortilla and settle into your chair. Listen to the waves of voices growing and subsiding, watch the people melt into their surroundings with the ease of only one who is truly relaxed can. Conversation flows and the mind relaxes. Plans, tasks, to-do lists disappear, floating away above the chatter.
You leave when you sense you are ready to explore the next street, drinking in the colors of the historic houses whose balconies are peppered with flowers. Take unknown streets, stop when your eye falls on something new and let curiosity once again determine your steps just as when you were a child.
There are days when time rushes by so quickly you can hear it roaring in your ears. But not now. Now you are so rooted in the present that it flows so quietly in the background of your mind that it’s almost as if it has stopped. That is when you know you are truly experiencing life in the streets of Spain.