On October 12th, Spain celebrates its National Day, the Día de la Hispanidad. In South America, the day is called the more nuanced, optimistic and inclusive Día de la Raza. In the United States, the Knights of Colombus institutionalized a more practical name for the day. I was privileged to watch the branches of the country’s… Read More Faces of the Military
As a foreigner living in Spain, I am naturally reluctant to throw out an opinion on complex political issues that pervade my host country. Furthermore, I do not want to be the kind of political tourist that searches for human rights issues around the world that don´t fit into my mold of ethics. But it… Read More Thoughts on Catalonia
In the midst of the culture of the Mediterranean, I feel most at home. Especially at the golden hour, the charm of the Mediterranean glows at its most gorgeous in Sardinia. A vast island that requires much patience and driving and time, Sardinia needs much more than a week even to scratch the surface. Impeccable food, friendly… Read More The Endless Island: Sardinia
The beauty of diversity is almost always lost on the provincial. Spain is one of the most diverse countries in the world, something I am reminded of every time I am Galicia, a wonderful region that has a lot to be proud of.
Between storms, which opened for us like the Red Sea, we walked the narrow streets of Oporto and rode a boat along the Douro. With high, steep hills crowded around the river, and humble dwellings covered in terra-cotta and beautiful tile work, Oporto surpassed our expectations and deserves another trip soon. … Read More The Simple Decadence of Oporto
Granada and The Alhambra have whetted the sensibilities of Romantics for generations, and at this place along the Sierra Nevada mountains, one finds that there are fewer places to better understand the Saracenic and Gothic which run so deeply and obviously in the culture of Spain. Washington Irving wrote that the Alhambra was “so often and… Read More Granada and La Alhambra (photos)
When Christopher Columbus and his famished crew first smelled the earthy terrarium air of San Salvador in 1492, the plateau of Castile-Leon in Spain was falling into the chill of autumn. Its vendimia had passed, and the leaves in the vineyards had begun to coat the hills with rows of canary yellow and burnt orange. In… Read More 1550, a Year for Human Rights