“The open road is a beckoning, a strangeness, a place where a man can lose himself.” –William Least Heat Moon Before I came to Scotland, I was chatting with a coworker who spent the previous year in Northern Ireland about her extracurricular travels, to Nice, to Bath, to London, to Glasgow, to other places I … Continue reading
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
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