As someone who often uses too many complicated words to say very little, I find it oddly fitting that the only thing I can think of to say today is agur.
Agur to Parque Cristina-Enea, which I walked through every day on my way to school and yet never paid a second glance.
Agur to things I never really understood, like gastronomic societies, so private in their membership, but so public in their love of food and fun, who dance in their front yard and don’t care who takes pictures.
Agur to surfing, my new favorite thing, and agur to Mikel, but especially to Dany, who was with me the whole way.
Agur to walks around a new city, to falling in love again and again.
Agur to the people who made it special, but most of all, to the realization that I still know how to be alone.
Agur to gathering up a couple of friends, to climbing fences, climbing walls and climbing rocks to get to the perfect place to watch the sun set from Gros.
Agur to perfect sunsets.