Of course, I had a million stories as una turista en España. More in Oviedo, where I lived for a month, and more in Asturga, in León, in the Picos de Europa, in Cangas de Onís, in Covadonga. . .
I like touring what are called “sites of interest.” That’s just what I am. Give me a bus, some good walking shoes, a camera, a waterbottle, and a tour guide with a corny sense of humor. And isn’t Madrid a fantastic place to wander around and bitch and moan about how much your feet hurt … Continue reading
I didn’t have to die before I went to heaven. — Ashley Lawrie June 3 If Oviedo is una ciudad de hadas, then Toledo is una ciudad de cielo. I wasn’t the one to coin that all-too apt description of Toledo — the lovely Ashley Lawrie, one of the Scotties in my group, was. What … Continue reading
June 8 Last Wednesday, I found Jesus! On Monte Naranco, anyway. Known as “El Cristo,” the giant statue of Jesus Christ watches over the city from the summit. I will be the first to admit that I am not at all atlética. My idea of exercise in the great outdoors is pasear por el parque … Continue reading
Flamenco June 2, 2011 On my Thursday night in Madrid, we went to see the flamenco. There, we met some expatriate alums, including a Fulbright English Teaching Assistantship recipient, Charleen, who offered some very useful information about her experiences with the educational system in Spain (apparently, compared to other European countries, not as many people … Continue reading
Oviedo es como un cuento de hadas. — Woody Allen June 6, 2011 ¡Hola, chicos y chicas! Anyway, still catching up on posts from Madrid, so wait for them, ‘kay? So, I have survived my first day of clases. . .not really. Today was just orientation. First, Laura made me huevos fritos con jamón y … Continue reading
