Madrid. Gelato. Brick Roads.

Well, here I am, blogging. I never thought I would be a "blogger." In fact, I recall a recent conversation with my dear Whitney and Jami where I said something along the lines of this: "Well, I may make a guest appearance in yours, Whit, but I could never get into the whole blog thing. It's not for me. I like paper and pencil too much." Yep, I said that. But, man, I think for the first time I get it. Experiencing something so beautiful that you feel this sort of obligation (or really deep want) to share it. Not just with anyone, but with the people God has knitted your heart with. The people who you feel are, in a way, here experiencing it with you. There are a lot of you currently coming to mind. Even today, I have see things on the street (pictures to follow) that my heart aches to share with each of you. Jenny, with each gelato shop (which means about every 20 seconds). Sarah and all the raw meat just hanging from the market ceilings. Haha. Jami, seriously-- those baggy pants you have (that you wore to church Sunday), they are ALL OVER the place here!! Who knew you were up on the European trends. :-) Oh, Whitney-- I have never seen such beautiful food! And it's like with each little turn in the road I see one of you (Shoes hanging over a street cable, Stef, how did that remind me of you?) And Haley, all the horse statues, you would love them. Okay. I really need to stop. I am going to refresh, have some tapas, and see what this European froyo is all about.