The clouds were perfect, medieval and eerie on this day… For a few more photos of this little jaunt, including La Granja, El Sierra Guadarrama and El Escorial, click here.
It is a cool, drizzly day in Madrid. The sounds of the city, jack hammers, saws, sirens, the occasional hoot from a pedestrian, they all seem to be muffled by the low clouds and the misty air that has invaded the normal aridity. The coffee shops and bakeries are the best places to be… Read More Café solo con nubes
The following is a short, short story of mine that received about 5 minutes worth of accolades a few years ago. After thousands of dollars spent on a college education, and countless squandered opportunities of inspiration, this is pretty much all there is so far folks. I really need to get on that… * *… Read More
It cannot be avoided. As in some other countries, there is more to a football game in Spain that a bunch of men not touching a polka-dotted ball with their hands. (Yes, I said football. Get over it.). Sure, there are many in Spain who don’t know every detail or all statistics of a given… Read More Political Pelotas, Part 1: El Clásico
One rainy evening in the summer of 1994, sitting cross-legged and looking over the mouth of the Kenai river in Alaska as a rusty fishing boat swung on its mooring, I ate cold uncooked Ramen noodles with my fingers. After sprinkling on the Oriental Flavor powdered spice pack, I poured over it a can of… Read More Conversation and Taste