The first time I went to Bilbao, a city of about 800,000, nestled in a valley between Basque mountain ranges, and only a few short miles from the Bay of Biscay, I was horrified to see that the huge river running through the middle of the city actually turned colors at different times of the …
As I mentioned in my last post, my son was born on July 24th. It was late afternoon when I finally “gave to light” as they say in Spanish, which is really quite a beautiful, metaphorical way to put it, but because of how late it was, and how tired I was, the first real …
It’s July, and the summer months in Spain are a time of celebration. As the Spanish characters in my book demonstrate to the American ones, Spain is a great place for fiestas, parties, lasting from a few days to an entire week, held on or around the patron saint day of every city or pueblo …
