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
So, living about thirty minutes (por autobús) from a beach (en Gijón), it would be natural that my little group would eventually make a Sunday pilgrimage (or dos) to it. Of course, the big question is: Were there topless women there? Answer: Yes. Of course. This is Europe, for crying out loud. I’ve seen a mother help … 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
