just buy a postcard
Words are inadequate to describe what seduced us the most. For me it was the culture – the 17th century’s earnest and obsessive desire to meld political and artistic destiny into these incredibly ostentatious works of art and architecture. We saw works of beauty and grandeur backed with vanity and violence and piety, with no pretension or subtlety about being objective or neutral. Some historians like to think of Spain as the perfect meld of cultures coexisting peacefully, but I like the crazy assertions of power and glory. That’s my Spain. My next trip – more churches, convents, maybe flamenco, street fairs, guitar concerts, cafe on leche for breakfast and paella de marisco for dinner every night.
Then there was the subtle side of Spain – gentle train rides through the countryside, a city park with abuelos taking the kids out to play, the quiet siesta time, tapas and dinner at a sidewalk cafe. This is Mike’s Span. Next trip – jazz concerts, maybe a bullfight, dinner outside every night, more caffe solo and cerveza, more chocolate con churros.
Our Spain photo gallery has about 400 images, most of which are my boring research photos. The rest are divided by city, and there’s a “Best of” set that I’m adding to as I find new favorites. There’s also a “M&L” set if you just want to see the two of us.*
When I am queen of everything everyone will get two weeks in Spain. If you are not so lucky to have a Lola who will watch the kids while you and your beloved go out, we will get you a Lola. Everyone will eat like puercos and lose two pounds a week. And we will all take naps every afternoon.
*My dad used to always complain about wasting film if we took photos of scenery without people in the foreground. “You’re wasting film. You should just buy a postcard if that is the case. Go stand there.” So while there are only 20/400 shots with one of us in the photo, I admit it was a struggle.