You’ll want to visit the places you’ll be reading about in Spain Destinations. They’re every bit as charming and irresistible as the writers say! Besides, you won’t have any problems getting there; they’ll tell you how.
Wax representation of the old Café Gijón at the Museo de Cera in Madrid
A Guidepost Reprint
Café Gijón, The
Looking for adventure this summer in Spain? Why not try mountain hiking and climbing? Try the Pyrenees, the Sierra Guadarrama, the Teide in Tenerife, the Montes de Toledo . . . I learned on my first mountain climb that the best way to climb a mountain is the following: One step at a time! Have fun and be safe!
I’VE just got back from Pamplona and if I’ve said it once, I’ve said it and will repeat it again a thousand times; Never Again.You can quote me next year. I’m bearing the scars of several cornadas, mostly in the region of the liver (pronóstico: muy grave.) and that last bit of the trip, after the car blew up in flames sixty nine kilómetros outside Madrid played hell with my gout. So on that happy note of goodwill and Christian charity, I will leave you to retire to my local clinic. And a happy Sanfermines next year to each and every loving little one of you.
A beautiful, timeless, classic, witty account of the running of the bulls. And to think that it was written no less than 45 years ago. In GUIDEPOST, of course!
It is summer time now when all movement is poured stickily out of a bottle. It is no time to do anything at all. And so here’s a Torremolinos without movement in, and for, a summer afternoon.
Torremolinos nowadays would be almost nothing if not an appealing resort with an inexhaustible source of entertainment
It's film-making too!
After the hurdles my friend and I overcame, I don’t think I was really able to enjoy Paris. I couldn’t properly communicate with the people or understand many of the words aroun me. I’ve realized that although traveling to a country without knowing the language may seem exciting, it can be extremely frustrating.
Did you know that El Escorial was built starting in 1563 to be the final resting place for the Holy Roman Emperor Charles V, the father of the Spanish King Phillip II? It was finished in 1584 as not only his palace but as a Hieronymite monastery--hence its somber shadows and design.
One of my unfailing delights of living in Spain, undiminished after 17 years, is the spectacular and varied range of its landscapes and natural beauty. Crammed into the roughly five hundred thousand square kilometres of its bull-hide shaped geography, one goes from the dazzling white villages of the south with immense vistas of olive plantations, red earth under a diamond-hard blue sky, to the vast wheat plains of Castile