Pieces of Spain dance in my bones,
Give form to the melodic tap of my toes,
The wine stained scarf hangs proud, Memento.
How could I not go,
Twenty on the dot,
pure innocence, does it show?
A molecular connection to las aldeas tanto lejos.
Since high school español, my pen name Julita.
The fine mystery of culture,
Tongue twists, mind tricks.
Direct translation or adage, should I just guess?
The longer you stay the more you deem fit.
Entanglement between selves,
Born in two places.
A past life emerging, a new one still forming.
Be it fate or chaos,
it was something that drew me,
Semester abroad, destiny achieved
Whatever it was,
I grabbed life by the sleeve.
Chugged freedom by the pitcher.
Basked in the deep sea of Lorca, Cervantes, and Llosa,
A country so mature,
In a flagship college town,
Holy toledo, over there
A hundred bats inverted on the prow.
One step inside, a gasp from all sides,
Get carried away, go backwards in time.
Living in history, no English spoken.
The trip of a lifetime,
No doubt, a fine token.