OK - I couldn't resist. We took separate flights to Sao Paolo - for reasons I won't go in to, the consequences of which I'm still paying for. But we did get here. I knew it was going to be interesting when I saw a Franciscan monk get on the plane in full robes and … Continue reading Sometimes, getting there is Half the Battle
I'm all over this driving test thing. Every day I'm taking the actual Dirección General de Tráfico (DGT) tests online. In the beginning, I was getting discouraged. I was successful somewhere in the 70% range and it was a morale killer. But I have persevered and now I'm either passing the actual tests or coming … Continue reading Teaching the Test
'People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones.' 'He who is without sin, cast the first stone.' I've heard them all. And of course, they're true. I'm not perfect. Far, very far from it. And since I've heard horror stories of ugly Americans, when traveling, we try to go out of our way to be culturally … Continue reading Warning! A Rant to Follow
The good news is I'm upright! Actually standing and almost totally vertical. Sure, there is still a little pain but I'm going to take a short walk today because I'm going stir crazy in the house and we're going to Madrid tomorrow. No one ever accused me of being a patient person. And on that … Continue reading If a Tree Falls in the Woods…
It's been hot here. Really HOT! So hot that even going to the beach is a fools errand. You hardly see people out on the street. Spaniards aren't stupid. Screw the siesta. The entire month of July and August deserve siesta. Just laying down and going into some sort of suspended animation - like a … Continue reading Fiesta de la Sweat!
I've only had a couple of massages in Spain. The first two were while I was walking the Camino and really needed them. Sometimes Albergues offered them and other times hotels or shops in the town would post signs in the Albergue and the prices were always really good. When I stayed at 'Casa Magica' … Continue reading Massage Buffet
Life is a set of choreography. Daily, we develop routines and we understand the steps, operating without thinking on auto-pilot. Because of this we can miss so much of what goes on around us. Moving to Valencia, we find that we see more than we would normally at home because we don't have the same … Continue reading The Dance
It's probably not as bad as all that. But now that we have wheels - only two really - we are mobile. Seems like that would be a good thing. Driving ourselves to where ever we want to go. We're free wheelin' now. Ha!! No more constrained by where the Valensibi bikes can take us. … Continue reading Oh My God!!