Viva Espana!!!!

Whilst I was neither a follower of the world cup nor in a spanish island on Sunday night , I had a fantastic experience of life on Sunday night. I was in the Temple bar area at a downstairs  restaurant and when I emerged after the end of the match, the area was transformed into a street carnival - basically the place went nuts . As someone who does'nt understand the hoopla of the world cup, I put my own interpretation on it.To me what I experienced in Temple Bar  was a metaphor for  actually celebrating life and freedom. I drank in the atmosphere of seeing so many happy and gigarious people, the gestures,the sounds,their joy  and energy,the friendhip and positivity for life and towards others and all the colours of flags/ clothing and face paint. I understand that viva means' long live' and the associated spanish word 'vivo' means 'alive;I live'.

When I was in  the basement  of the restaurant (which was dark and had no windows and was sound proof), I was isolated from this joy and celebration  and did'nt know it existed just a few yards away on the street above - my only point of focus was the food. It seems to me that the condition keeps people in the basement of life and sadly prevents the experience of joy and fun that is seperated by the stairs to freedom. That might sound simplistic as I know first hand how much personal courage and persistence is needed on  the journey to recovery , however from personally  seeing people I know transformed from 'basement living' to 'freedom living' convinces me that the rewards are worth it.

Viva recovery and viva life!

I was working at it well the place at home that showed it on tv/event and looking at all the fans so happy and dancing and singing and really smiling and not caring was so inspirational. even better thanks to lanzarote i really felt part of it and not in  different reality.