Love Is The Exact Moment When You Pop Open A Bottle Of Cava

Love is the exact moment when you pop open a bottle of cava. It is pure and it is raw. 

It is the release of your emotional intelligence, distilled down to affection and care. It is the culmination of your childhood smile. Innocent and imaginative. 

Love is the fruit of our labor. Understanding the destinies of our regions and the choosing of our paths. It is the curation of our decisions and operations of our dreams. The gentle “pasos” and dance of our free will. Understanding that the cultivation is following one rule, to live according to our truths.

Love is like the spark of a good cava. It is the effervescence, the creation grounded by our humble homes. Bottled until its impetus is ready to release, marking its legend for the world to remember, rising above the ephemeral and tenuous myth of time.

Love is, as the axiom goes, patient. The aging process, indispensable. It is “el camino” that guides us, the light of our bubbly, and the ground under our feet. It is the calm of the vociferous. It’s the understanding and protection of our backs. And the full body of our “ride or die”.

Love, like a good cava, rings the treasures of golden bells. And chimes the respect for tradition, while performing the “rumba” of our boldness, to create new flavors. It’s those regions, climbing the peaks, gliding those valleys.

Love is loyal and trusting. It’s the expectation of delivering the experience, and the understanding that it will always fulfill promises of doing ones best. It is realizing seasons don’t always cultivate the right “cosecha”, but it will always be ready and will always be present when you are ready to pop the bottle.

Love is the exact moment when you open a bottle of Cava. It’s forever. Emotion with care. Original with tradition. Patient, trusting, and loyal. It is the ability to fly the cotton clouds and remembering the ground of our home. 

Love comes down to one understanding. Of its many complexities and basic axiomatic truths. Love is putting you above myself. The realization of that exact moment. The rest is blissful effervescence.

Salud!