Blogs & Archives
Responsible bloggers who have something well-thought-out and interesting to say are welcome to share their thoughts.
"Since moving back to the states, I've had to rely on hotels and apartments for lodging when in Spain. I often opt for the latter, finding it nice to have a kitchen to prepare greens after a day of eating my all beige Spanish comfort food - croquetas, tortilla, patatas ali-oli, churros and natillas con nata. But I would like to alert everyone to the wide use of euphemisms to describe many properties"
Barcelona may have an abundance of fine architecture and offers a good deal of artistic pleasures to everyone and anyone. But it lacks that warm home feel that one gets in Madrid. That sense of having arrived at a place where one belongs
Dear Mr. Kino Heinze, You can keep Madrid to yourself. I’ll have Barcelona, home if not the very birthplace of all that‘s great in contemporary Spanish culture
In the States, we just might have to do without avocados and bananas until the powers-that-be settle the argument. Guacamole, anyone?
THE BLACK PEARLS (Chapter 3)
By Nina Valdés
Admittedly, Colin and Maria were total strangers, yet I felt an
"We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children"
Spring - Semana Santa - Easter - Brexit - Elizabeth II
I longed to be inside the beautiful León Cathedral again. . . The Burgos Carhedral. . . The Seville Cathedral. . . The Monasterio de San Juan de los Reyes in the magical city of Toledo. . . The Capilla Real de Granada. . . The Monasterio de la Cartuja. . . To walk around the medieval walled city of Avila. . .
Life with my husband was an exciting time. We traveled by car, many times across the states and into Canada. We worked, and enjoyed life. Then one day, unexpectedly, my husband of almost 36 years died – and I was lost.Thank goodness for my brother John who guided me back to the land of the living. I booked a tour of a country I wanted to see: Spain, a place where I did not speak the language. I loved exploring all of the country and when I left that first time, I knew I would return, and I did.
The Purloined Suitcase: "Where, oh where was my dark blue suitcase with the large bright pink bow???" <> The Sneeze and the March: "There were many protesters marching on the street below. After they were gone, no trash at all to be found. All of those people and no trash left behind. Amazing!" <> . . .The Bank: "The machine ate my card!" <> Chocolatería: "Best hot chocolate ever!"