I woke early this morning, still on Spanish time. Yes, I know it’s only an hour difference, but I like the thought of a wee bit of jetlag as I reflect on the week at El Palmeral and move back into family life in London. Jetlag – especially the proper “I’ve crossed many time zones” jetlag – can be a means not only of adjusting our bodies to the different culture, but our hearts and minds too. I feel we leave a bit of our hearts in the places we’ve been, especially when we leave dear people behind. These longings reflect our deepest longings for our Home and Homemaker.
In Spain I try to take photographs that make me pause. The beauty of people and a much different climate and plants that I’m used to jolt me into wonder and thanks to a God who oozes creativity. Enjoy these photos, perhaps pausing to ponder.