One of the ‘must go’ places on my list is Spain. Although the allure of europe on the whole is magnetic, Spain just takes the cake with the cherry on the top for me. so biased am I, that I have a strong feeling that God must be Spanish. Why else would Spain enjoy the exotic locales, the distinct cusine, a smattering of brunettes, red heads, blondes and even the rote black hair which for once is pleasing to the eyes. I wonder what’s not to love about the Spanish. Where else would you be named Maya and your name pronounced Maja, Where else would a staid sounding Xavier become a mysterious toungue flexing Havierrr (oh yes, love the stress on the letters right at the end!) ?

 My pangs just heightened when I was flipping through the channels on TV and decided to stay with the latest stage of Le Tour de France. Every third name mentioned turns out to be a Spanish!, while i sat there munching on – what else but Nachos and finger lickin good salsa. I could half imagine god at work, throwing together Spain and peppering it with men and women second to none. Agreed, that the french might have wrested the mantle of the most romantic, but the air of mystery around the spanish does it for me. With all due respect, What do the French have to show except for their fine wine, a few croissants and an Eiffiel tower that epitomises love. Add to it the notion that they try and peddle to you that Paris (Parie for the refined) is the most romantic city in the world, after appearing to be the uptight. Hell yeah, I would’nt bat an eyelid in accepting an invite over to france, but definitely not at the expense of Spain. 

 

 You guessed it right, These days I am working on my flamenco skills, dressed as a daredevil matador, a long stemmed rose trussed between my teeth answering to the name of Havierrr albiet tucked miles away in melbourne. Till one day I pack my bags and command my armada in the direction of Spain, ill have to be happy with polishing of my tapas and nachos with a content smile. About the tour de france, although I was backing Cadel Evans, flying the green and gold flag high to bring home the honours, I would’nt complain if one Alejandro (Alehandro please) Valverde, pips him to the post.

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