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Pendleton, Oregon is where our new home is. It is famous for its Round-up Rodeo. We are so lucky. It’s been a miracle to find such a reasonable house in a nice neighborhood in a smaller town than Portland, which had gone downhill over the years. I won’t be a homeless waif like I thought I might be
Could you believe it? "The organ grinder and light operas called zarzuelas are considered quaint among Madrid’s young sophisticates." And that's supposed to be a sign that "Madrid is rapidly becoming as culturally cosmopolitan as other great European cities" and that the nation's capital is "certainly musically coming of age." That, at least, is what Guidepost had observed on 11 December 1970.
"On the spot where the Basilica of San Francisco el Grande stands today, St Francis of Assisi erected a small hut after he arrived in Madrid in 1217. This humble dwelling became a small monastery and refuge for the poor. In the fourteenth century, it was replaced by a larger one which was remodeled and enlarged in 1617. During the 17th century, it was one of Madrid’s most popular churches. It contained many fabulous tombs, including that of the wife of King Henry IV. Finally, in 1760, the older buildings were razed, in order to make way for a more magnificent structure. The one that stands today."
“Quien no ha visto Sevilla, no ha visto maravilla” (He who hasn’t seen Seville, hasn’t seen a wonder), and truer words were never spoken
Seville is the most Spanish of this country’s cities: passionate gypsy ladies and their bullfighting beaus, orange blossom scented nights, the grandeur of the old Moorish buildings, blood red vino and airy patios so thick with bougainvillea and roses that they make the Garden of Eden look like a vacant lot in Houston during high summer. And the best time to witness this beauty is during the Feria de Abril or the April Fair when for a week the city becomes magic.
It isn't that very long ago (till 1975) when Spain, a country smack-bang in the middle of Europe, was under an "evangelical" dictatorship. GUIDEPOST was there to cover events in full view of the eagle eye of the ferocious press censorship. We had quite a few brushes with that censorship. But it seems we were savvy enough to navigate the treacherous waters without capsizing because we're still here, nearly half a century later, now under a refreshing democracy!
What was going on more than half a century ago in then-quaint Spain? Folks on tenterhooks over smoking-or-not-to-smoke. A bright and beautiful Dutch princess falling for “young Spanish marqués of excellent lineage and large fortune”. Jeers and brawls in the bullring. Boni, the overly-amorous elephant sending his 16-ton dancing partner, Barbati, tripping and falling over spectators at the circus.
Jill Biden's dress rehearsal for First Ladyship!
Part I of the Two-Part Seseña Capes Series. Warm and dashing, the capa española can be twirled haughtily around the wearer’s body twice or even three times. And Capas Seseña is the only establishment still existing in all Spain with a proud and single-minded dedication to the making of the classic Spanish cape, cut and sewn right there on the old turn-of-the-century premises. The traditional garment has been enchanting elegant national and international fashion audiences (and wearers, of course) unfailingly all these many years.
At first the intentions of Charles Louis Napoleon (shortly to be crowned Noapoleon III) might have been less than honorable, but Eugenia, granddaughter of an American Consul, insisted that he think of her as a possible consort and not as another courtesan. Five weeks after the proclamation of the second French empire, Napoleon III proposed to Eugenia de Montijo in December of 1852, and she readily accepted becoming Empress Eugenie of France.