I miss this place

This is Spain. And I miss it. I miss the land. I miss the smells, the food bathed in olive oil, the cavernous museums lined in famous art, the beauty of the language, having conversations in spanish with random old men at train stations, watching my friend John pee right in the middle of the town, and the idiosyncratic nature of the spanish people. I think what I miss most, though, is Spain's slowness, their ability to sit back and enjoy life a bit. Maybe Spaniards see life from a vantage point that is impossible for those of us who move at constant break-neck speeds. Maybe we should all slow down a bit, open our eyes, observe, and actually try and understand what's around us.