We thought we’d get a head start on the day by getting up before noon, but the jokes on us. Nothing is really open except the occasional coffee shop. Amanda’s smiles and polite, accurate Spanish gets us some bread and…
Spain Day 3: Wandering the Albayzin and Flamenco!
Brrrrr…. the AirBnB flat is freaking cold, no more than 60 F with the little electric heaters. I timidly reach from under the blanket to my phone to see the time. It’s noon! Ha, I chuckle. We got hit by…
Spain Day 1-2: Reino de España! The Creekmore invasion.
We are on the oldest 767 in operation, flying an excruciating 16-hour route on frequent flyer tickets to Madrid via Dallas-Ft. Worth. The plane is unbearably hot. There are only those tiny old style TVs playing something that looks…