Andalusian Nights

Notes from the travel log of D.K. Parker

There is something truly amazing about this place. The olive trees grow on the steep hills that overlook the Mediterranean Sea. The countryside is an array of white villages and amazing people. The cities are alive with lust, excitement, and challenge. In this place the women are the most beautiful in the world.

It was just last night I was dancing with her on square. The guitar played as her body moved with the rhythm of the music in the moonlight. Her skin smelled of sweet flowers in morning dew and her skin glistened in the night. How could this American ever have found such a women, or such a place?

The night continued an others joined in the dancing. The wine flowed freely, and it was as if the entire city was there dancing with us. The smell of the sea was in the air, but few noticed, this was thier life! Oh how the each day was more amazing than the last.

The dancing continued and the sounds of feet tapping on the cobble stone streets below filled the night air. Time had stopped!