My first year living in Spain, I hit a few bumps in the road. The winter blues combined with my apartment being robbed in early February left me feeling like I’d just like to crawl under the covers. My beloved camera had always been the way that I would drag myself out into the world if I was in a rut, but that was lost in the robbery. Luckily, I surround myself with overwhelmingly positive friends and family, and I soon decided to use the camera I still had (and let’s be honest, iPhone cameras aren’t too shabby) to take one picture every day of something that made me happy, even if it felt like the worst day ever. Some days that was a cup of coffee at my neighborhood churro joint, other days it was a note from a student, but on one particular day, I saw this.
On my way to my bus stop one morning, I strolled past this balcony and took a moment to capture the gorgeous chaos of the verdant vines, colorful pots, and flocking pigeons. It’s definitely not the “perfect” balcony garden, nor was it the most perfect morning I’ve ever had, but it became my new morning routine. Wake up, have a café con leche, and take the long way to the bus stop to pass by someone’s garden masterpiece. I still try to remember my little morning secret every time I wake up feeling off, and try to open my eyes to all the other morning beauties that are out there waiting to perk us up.