I love the feeling of spontaneity that buzzes in the air in Spain. There is a kind of whimsical focus on creature-comforts that the United States seems to miss. I was fortunate to catch part of a pickup fútbol game a group of children started up in the town square of Combarro (more on this town in a future post), and enjoyed watching how adults yielded the area to the children, and how kids of all ages, sizes, and abilities played together without care to keep score. For the most part, none of these kids knew each other, and would enter in and rotate out as their parents came and left. It gave me a nostalgia for a time I never knew, images of NYC kids playing stickball on the streets of Brooklyn. (The little kid in the orange, who wears a Lionel Messi jersey [probably the best player in the world, an Argentine who plays professionally for Barcelona's club team]) was probably the most talented player of the bunch. See the video below.)
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