Kiki’s Spain Writings: ‘I get wiiiiings to fly, I feeheheeel that, I’m alive.’ 

My little hearts of the good life! How are you? Here it’s fine! How cool would it be if we could do text teleportation by the way? That I would come out of your phone or laptop with some kind of Go Go Gadget arm and you could grab that hand and at the moment of reading this little piece you would be completely here in Spain? With your nose in the sun? Hey, it’s also your Monday morning, right?

If you’re here anyway, I would like you to feel what it’s like to wake up here. It starts with the sound of the birds. All kinds of wonderfully pretentious bird sounds that sound so cozy. Then the crickets wake up too. You open your eyes and look past the blue-purple flowers of the Jacaranda tree over a Spanish valley. The morning sun rises and within a quarter of an hour it is so intense in all its glory that the entire mountain landscape turns bright orange.

You understand: I don’t need a TV here. I’m alive. (*Hears Céline Dion directly in the background) I get wiiiiings to fly, I feeheheeel that, I’m alive. Seriously. Every morning again.

Nine weeks ago we were still saying goodbye at Schiphol with sweaty armpits, a little scared of everything that was to come, but also with a great trust in the process and the unknown. And strangely enough, you get used to everything: we now ‘just’ live here. On the mountain at my mom’s in Mutxamel and in those nine weeks I have gained more insights than I have received in the past two years in my life. Pretty funny.

The special thing about building your dream life is that you can start from scratch. Both in business and privately, San and I find ourselves in the building bubble. What are we good at? What comes easy to us? What could we build something around? From there you start taking steps. And as silly as it sounds: it’s honestly fucking exciting to take steps that are in line with your soul.

So I think many women deserve more peace, happiness, and joy in life than they often allow themselves, and I believe that a lot of noise, doubts, and a sense of direction in life can be removed if we would turn inward a bit more often. You don’t have to chant for a quarter of an hour a day on an Aladdin carpet for that; it can also simply be done by shifting your focus a bit more often to everything that is going well in your life, especially in times of unrest.

And that’s why I want to focus in the coming time on organizing a lalala… retreat! Not a ‘next level deep dive spiritual awakening we’re taking the space shuttle’ experience, just a ‘come to rest, eat healthy, and connect with your body’ mini-vacation with yourself. More about that later for sure. First, let’s brood a bit further. In the meantime, Sander has been found full-time behind his kamado in recent weeks to work out as many techniques and recipes as possible for his plans: workshops and catering as the barbecue chef of the Costa Blanca. If you’re on vacation in Spain soon and want a chef at home: you know where to find us. I’ll probably come along as a personal assistant too ;-).

Anyway, this was mainly a business-build week. Soon we’ll take the car towards Benitachell to blow off some steam. We’re watching over a holiday home for a week and you apparently can walk beautifully there. Hasta la proxima vez cariñas! Besossssss!

PS. More Spain adventures? Tips for nice restaurants or other questions? Come chat in my DM on @kikiduren, I like that!