When I was in the hospital for a little bit last summer with a medical scare all I could think about was that I was afraid I wasn't going to be able to follow through with Spain plans. While taking it easy the next few weeks to get better, I was dreaming about being able to stand on a Galician cliff in awe of the beauty (I knew they inevitably had to be breathtaking) and let the wind bring a little chill to your face and appreciate the simple fact that "I am alive." Check, and done. So thankful, even more for the amazing people we've met who delight to show us such marvels.
