Magic


In 2003, I signed up to be part of Team in Training to run a marathon in San Diego. At the time, I thought I was “there” (physically and destiny-wise) to do a marathon. Period.

I’d train, run the marathon, and then go on with my happy life.

How wrong I was. What I didn’t know then were these words from a wise yogi named Tina. “Nothing ever is as you expect it will be.”

How wise indeed. While the marathon in its 26.2 miles was as I expected, that’s where the predictability of the experience ended. What I didn’t expect was to be placed in a bubble, where lifelong friendships would be formed between my teammates; with each of us putting a stamp on the other’s timeline of memories. What happened in that bubble is the stuff of life that you can’t dream up, force, or plan.  It simply happens. Like magic.

Flash forward to this past March. On a cold winter night, my friend and I purchased plane tickets to Spain. Our destination Pueblo Ingles, a tiny village four hours west of Madrid. Here, we would spend 8 days teaching English to Spaniards. We simply had to get ourselves to Madrid; the rest of the expenses would be taken care of. Frequent flier miles made the trip almost free. I was pumped up for what I thought would be a great chance to travel to Spain, practice my Spanish before and after the program, and enjoy some Spanish tapas and wine. Who can argue with an (almost) free trip to Europe? How could that not be good?

Well, it was good. Great, fabulous, magnificent to be exact. And, again, as Yoga Tina said, it was not as I expected it to be. Just like my marathon group, I found myself in the midst of something big.

There were 52 of us consisting of teachers, students, and 2 leaders. We were an equal mix of Spaniards and Anglos (English speakers from Wales, Canada, Great Britain, Scotland, Ireland, Israel, and the U.S.). We met in Anglo-Spaniard duos all day, every day, from 9 a.m. until midnight or one… at least.

Our only job was to talk to each other, creating a weeklong English immersion for the Spaniards. Each hour, the Anglos would get a new Spaniard to talk with, and at lunch we gathered for more conversation. Next, we took a two-hour siesta break, and continued the process again from 5 p.m. until the wee hours of the night. Even as I write this, the schedule seems (and was) pretty intense- hard for many to understand how such a schedule is doable much less enjoyable.

Well, it turns out that when you’re in the midst of something big, big things happen. As we got to know each other, we began to learn about our respective cultures and lives. A few of us, Americans and Spaniards, ran together through the hills of the nearby village and talked… running of course. It turns out that running is an international language. During our days, the small talk of families, job, religion, and hobbies were the gateway to the realization that human connections know no language barriers. Soon we became not a group of Anglos and Spaniards, but a group of people, sharing a week together, and realizing that the more our lives were different, the more they were the same. In essence, we all felt something magical happening. Without even trying, we bonded and formed friendships and memories that would last a lifetime.

I didn’t think of it initially as “magic” until one of the last days at breakfast. I was sitting with one of my new Spaniard friends (an engineer) and my friend Lorraine from Canada. We were discussing “El Camino,” the famous pilgrimage leading to Santiago in northern Spain. Lorraine was telling us the theory that the Camino lies directly under the Milky Way and follows the “ley lines” that reflect the energy from those star systems above it. These ley lines, according to my friend (and originally from Shirley MacLaine) are the spiritual life force that activates the Earth itself into a living being.This was some pretty heavy stuff to discuss at breakfast (the only meal at Pueblo Ingles where wine is not served), and I wasn’t sure how my engineer friend was going to respond. I looked at him and said, “How do you feel about that theory, Rafael?” Instead of even challenging or attempting to explain the theory, he simply said, “There is no magic until we believe in magic.”

I for one, believe in magic. Magic happens when you stumble upon a group of people who change the way you think, the way you feel, and basically just make you happier when you are around them. I experienced this magic in all of my marathon groups and at Pueblo Ingles.

But is wasn’t until I came home from Spain that I realized that I don’t need to travel around the world to find magic. It’s right here in front of me, every day, waiting to be discovered in the people I love, the places I know, and the work I’m here to do. Magic is here as long as I believe it can be.

So friends, lace up your running shoes and get out on the trail of life. Be on the lookout for magic, in whatever form it takes… because, as you know, nothing is as we expect it to be.

by abbey algiers

*Photo below of La Alberca- Pueblo Ingles. For information on Pueblo Ingles, visit puebloingles.com.

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  12 comments for “Magic

  1. Anonymous
    August 19, 2012 at 5:53 pm

    Very well worded. You captured MY thoughts, and put them into your words…Bravo!! I guess we really ARE all connected now, in some mysterious ways that even WE don’t understand. Pueblo Ingles….More than English!

    It was such a pleasure meetign and talking with you! And I cherish the book, and have it packed to bring to school with me, as part of…”How I spent my summer!!”

    • imrunnerchica
      August 21, 2012 at 11:58 am

      Thank you!!! I’m glad you enjoyed it! And honored that you’re taking your book back to school to share!!! :)

  2. Anonymous
    August 20, 2012 at 2:23 am

    I just relived our ‘magical’ time at Pueblo Ingles through your sentences above. I will forever cherish our experience. You’ve done a great job capturing the essence of our experience. Magnifico !
    -Janet

    • imrunnerchica
      August 21, 2012 at 12:01 pm

      Thanks, Janet!!!

  3. Chris B
    August 20, 2012 at 3:58 pm

    So beautiful, Abbey! Thank you for this inspiration and your reminders of things we can so easily miss or take for granted.

    • imrunnerchica
      August 21, 2012 at 12:04 pm

      Thanks, Chris!

  4. Rafael López
    August 20, 2012 at 4:36 pm

    Great, Abbey!!
    You remember that conversation much better than me!!
    I really believe in this kind of magic. Now I think you also believe.
    Thank you very much for the article.
    -Rafael

    • imrunnerchica
      August 21, 2012 at 12:20 pm

      Thanks, Rafael!
      Glad you liked it!
      :)Abbey

  5. Anonymous
    August 20, 2012 at 4:53 pm

    Dear Abbey,
    Thank you!! your words fully express my feelings in Pueblo Ingles. It has been a real pleasure to meet you and all my new friends
    Best regards,
    Carmen m.

    • imrunnerchica
      August 21, 2012 at 12:20 pm

      It was my pleasure to meet you and all of our other PI friends!!!

  6. jim cummins
    August 20, 2012 at 5:20 pm

    An amazing bit of writing about a wonderful experience, thanks for sharing it,

    • imrunnerchica
      August 21, 2012 at 12:21 pm

      Thank you! It was an amazing experience!

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