Parrots in palm trees. Protests in the street. Pandamonium. People, everywhere. A day defined by movement, and lack thereof. Orange trees and succulents, everywhere. Barcelona welcomed me with the usual chaos that I’ve come to expect from Spain – and with the sweet, palpable smell of cilantro on the sidewalk, in the air.…
Late September Spanish summer. Hot days, cool nights. Late nights. A different world where dinner doesn’t begin until long after the sun has set. Where everything closes in the late afternoons. Where meals seem to be mostly meat and wine. A culture that is uncompromising, unapologetic The character, undeniable.
Alquézar, turquoise, red, brown, green. A medieval village on a hill. Pomegrante trees, wild. Window boxes overflowing. Hiking through the canyons, Pasarelas del Vero. The feeling of the sun in late September. The air was so fresh; it was palpable. The gazpacho was the most rich that I’ve ever tasted. __ We toured a winery outside…
Last Day in Spain
Wow, I can’t believe that this trip is already almost over! This week went by so fast. Everything has been so crazy, and I’ve been so busy trying to take advantage of my time here, so it’s been hard to keep up with posts, but I’ll try my best to get everything in. Everyone woke…