My Mijas

I can’t believe I’ve been in this sweet little white-washed pueblo for nearly six months already. Where has the time gone? It feels like it was only days ago that my plane landed in Malaga and this adventure became a reality. So much has changed since that day, though. So much has happened since that day. Mijas is home now. My heart overflows with the memories I have made here, the friendships that have formed here, the revelations I have had here. Everything that Mijas is and has been, I am grateful for.

mijas medmijas        rainbow

This is a place where you learn to believe that your dreams can come true; this is a place where dreams really do come true. My roommate Katie always says that if unicorns existed this is where they would live, and I think she’s right.

Tomorrow is my last full day on this little Mediterranean mountain top. Leaving my Mijas will be so much more difficult than I ever imagined. I will miss the sound of bells jingling on the backs of donkeys, the afternoons spent in Pampa over sangria blanco. I will miss the lively laughter-filled nights at Bodega and early morning coffee dates at Maria Quero’s. I will miss the breath-taking sunrises with Morocco in the distance, and Spirit-led rooftop worship sessions. I will miss lazy creative days and always entertaining house dinners. I will miss nights in Malaga listening to incredible music with incredible people by my side. I will look back at my time here and remember the fond memories made on these cobblestone streets, within these whitewashed walls. It hurts to think about how much I will miss these people, though. Those are the thoughts that bring the tears. These are my people, my family, my tribe.

So, Mijas, thank you for the memories. But thank you, Jesus, that these people are still mine, no matter where in this world we are.

my people

One thought on “My Mijas

  1. “But thank you, Jesus, that these people are still mine, no matter where in this world we are.”


    So proud of you my sweet friend and so very honored to know you.


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