City life proved a bit to much for me after all. One night I wake up in the pitchdark in a friends house – which is totally empty except for me. I imagine the walls around me, since I canâ€šÂ´t see them. In one corner thereâ€šÂ´s a small window though, where a tiny amount of light is seeping in. The look out of this window I know very well – itâ€šÂ´s a small indoor square with 20 meter high rising walls all around. Which in the end is not so different from the view out of the living room – walls on the other side of the street, and concrete and cars in between.
Allthough itâ€šÂ´s great to be comfortable, have bread, tea and warm food readily available, I feel there should be something more to choosing a specific place to live then this. And definitely I need nature around. Of course there are more reasons to live in the city; a warm place, a warm shower – both unfortunately are often missing though in the Spanish houses which seem to be built for summer (with open entries from the kitchen to the balcony for example) and not for the winterfrost which also occasionally occurs. But besides this, people are important for me, and the coaching study, for which I need internet and telephone access.
I need to find a way to make this work, but in the meantime Iâ€šÂ´m enjoying life in a free/alternative/hippie/whatever community in the mountains south of Granada. Plenty of nature, plenty of music, plenty of hot tea, plenty of people, and other good things are around.