Northern Spain

I want to go back to that place
Near those smooth stone steps
Shiny and dimpled with that long metal handrail 
Going up, up, up in the shining sun
The place where we bought the birthday soap for mum 
In the ancient Farmacia from the lady with the dyed black hair and the horn rimmed glasses on a chain 
The place where I bought a second hand dice 
Which was black and white 
And split in two to reveal a half dozen baby dice inside 
Red and green and tiny 
And there was a tiny etching of a bull fighter with flecks of old paint hidden inside of the black half
The place where we found that restaurant through a huge oak door with an iron handle 
And ordered the steaks with a blue cheese sauce 
And stayed in the cool shade drinking bottled Coca Cola with ice and white wine 
Until it was time to leave and go home to the apartment 
With the clothes dryer on the balcony
And the abandoned rowing boat covered in seaweed, slowly splintering 
Surrounded by rock pools and compact sand 
Where the sun sets behind Hotel Olimpo.