I chose Valladolid as my destination of choice - a former capital once inhabited by Cervantes and Columbus. While I was there, I learned enough Spanish and enough about the siesta to want to go back. As my mom embraced me a few weeks later at O'Hare Airport, I simply announced, "I am moving back to Europe."
And there it was. I found a job teaching English in Sevilla and haven't looked back since. Three years, three jobs and what is apparently a marriage later, I'm finding olive oil to be an appropriate substitute for butter, that teaching is my thing, and that Spain might just be my final destination.