Both my husband and I lived for a time in Latin America when we were in our 20s, decades before we met. The fascination with the language has persisted, and been renewed, through each trip. We generally stay in one town or city for a month or so, renting an apartment. Being "there" is the fun part. Getting "there" is arduous.
Our most recent trip was to northern Spain, hoping to escape some of Brooklyn's steamy summer. (It worked.) A month in Asturias and some fantastic exploration of Bilbao and Burgos.
|A la playa sin filtro soler. (At the beach without sunscreen). Time stands still in Terminal 7 -- the state of waiting takes over..|
|On Iberia flight 6250. to Madrid. Todas las pantallas en el avion brillan. (All the creens on the plane shine, only my husbands is in black & white.)|
|Renfe alvia tren de Madrid a Gijón. Es mejor leer. (Renfe alvia train from Madrid to Gilón. As always, my husband is reading.|
|30 de junio, 2015. Gijón. Desayuno -- siempre afuera. (At last we're in Gijón. Breakfast is always outdoors.)|