I get off the plane at Girona airport and there is a smell that tells me I’m home. Somewhere between pig farms and the manure on the fields there is a smell that speaks to me. It talks of family and food, sun and lazy walks in nature. I can find a stillness here that is difficult to find anywhere else.
I’m presently in Spain for a family wedding so when the city prompt came up today I knew it called for my love affair with Girona, we were meant to be.
Response to the Daily Word Prompt – city