Come

Come

Surviving Tarifa is complicated. For myself, this has been impossible ever since I discovered it.
An instant love affair, a drug, an inspiration. She got hooked into my heart, she became the first in line… And nothing has taken her place since.
Some years ago, I came here because I needed a vacation of sun and wind.
I was enamored by the scenery, green till your eyes can no longer see, the red sunsets, the windmills, the birds, the horses, the country trails…
I can perfectly remember my first encounter with the old quarter… The white houses, the cobblestones beneath my feet, the people smiling, the cuttlefish croquettes, the best tuna in the world. It was summer, but it was not hot.
Each day, I enjoyed the beautiful beaches and the sea… Blue and shiny, drunk on the east wind, on the west wind, drunk on all imaginable energies… Where the charm and magic that entraps you forever are hidden.
I danced, I laughed, I loved, I forgot…
I kept dreaming after I came back home from the trip.
I tried to get back to routine, as they call it. However, I could no longer wake up in the mornings without remembering Tarifa. I was seeing the city everywhere. I saw her on the alarm clock, in the subway, in the traffic jams, in the furrowed brow of my boss. Too late.
She was silently calling me, filling me with her light, peace and life.
I came back to feel that time goes by, but that it does so in the most marvelous manner.
I came back to invite you into my home.
Don’t blame me if you too fall in love.