Round about 40 years ago I arrived in Spain as a young thing, enamored of the guitar and Flamenco music. I had been fiddling around with the guitar since my teen years, and never quite got the hang of it, but carrying around a guitar got me into some circles of people who were more expert than I. I love the guitar too much to murder it with my unprofessional playing. Well, after all my experiences with the guitar in Spain, where the heart and soul of this iconic musical instrument will always be, I gave away my original guitar.
There's nothing perfunctory about the celebration of the New Year's Eve right bang in the middle of summer The hilly village, home to a scarce 800 inhabitants, sees to it that it has at least all the basic trimmings indispensable to a true Nochevieja celebration in Spain: the essential Three Kings, the grapes for the New Year's Eve, Holiday Season delicacies. And fun in huge quantities!
"Nochevieja en Agosto is no flash in the pan. We're now on our 25th year. Because of the proven continuity of our fiesta, we've become eligible for the dintinction of Fiesta de Interes Turistico. Not every initiative of every village gets to survive a quater of a century and generates so much interest. May our friends enjoy the fiesta immensely, the atmosphere be truly festive throughout the celebration, and cordiality and friendship reign."
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. . .
There exists in the landscape of the mind an ideal place where every sense is touched by velvet and time cannot intrude, the Alhambra
“A Poet in New York” still resonates in the Big Apple. Imagine my surprise when I got off the subway in Bushwick, a depressed Brooklyn Latino neighborhood, and discovered a mural with stanzas from “Sleepless City (Brooklyn Bridge Nocturne)." "Yerma" recently finished a sold-out run in an acclaimed contemporary adaptation at the Park Avenue Armory, 67th Street. Ballet Hispánico's New York Season honored the playwright with two World Premieres
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
In spring, the almond blossom competes in brilliance against the snow-crested peaks beyond. Suddenly, like a pencil line sharply delimiting the green lushness of this veritable oasis, the earth turns ochre-arid, supporting only the hardy olive. This is the presence and imagery that permeates the verse of its best-loved son and barb, Federico García Lorca: the viento verde of the undulating corn, long solitary walks through melancholy rain-filled afternoons, y el fondo un campo de nieve…home of the poet.
The silence is heavy with the presence of so much life in this household, by all accounts filled with voices, laughter and music. What conversations did Federico enjoy here with his sisters and his musical and literary friends? The poet himself was an accomplished pianist and Manuel de Falla was certainly among the most assiduous visitors here. There is the unavoidable feeling that everyone has stepped out, and will be back in a few minutes.