Squeals of Delighted Terror
They’re talking about him, to him, at him yet he doesn’t flinch. I watched for several minutes and didn’t see him so much as blink. I watched his chest and shoulders for confirmation… Read More
Category Archive: Spain
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Bird’s-eye View
Resting my elbows on the railing I sip coffee and watch as the city begins to breathe, stir and become conscious. Looking down I track the winding road from Montjuic to points east… Read More
In the Square
It was one of those perfect days; sunny, warm but not blazing hot, seated in a public square with a good friend just enjoying the act of being there. He suggested we order… Read More
