During our three weeks in Calpe, on Spain’s Costa Blanca, I kept finding myself asking the same question. Where are…
This is my fifth trip to Spain. You would think by now I would have a pretty good idea of…
I came to Spain looking for pickleball. Instead, I found padel — pronounced roughly PAH-del. That was not exactly the…
I thought I knew what paella was. Rice. Seafood. A big shallow pan. Something colorful, impressive, and vaguely Spanish.…
Every night, sometime around two or three in the morning, we get visitors. They don’t knock. We are staying…
I have spent a good part of my life traveling. And, like most travelers, I have usually followed a familiar…
Once you know to look for it, you start seeing it everywhere. Or, more accurately, not seeing it. Miguel de…
Don Quixote gets most of the attention. He is the dreamer. The man who sees giants where everyone else sees…
Standing in Madrid’s Plaza de España, looking at Don Quixote sitting on Rocinante beneath the monument to Cervantes, I found…
Sixty years ago, I saw flamenco in Madrid. At least I thought I did. What I remembered were the obvious…
For most of my life, I have lived by the clock. Meetings start at 9. Lunch is somewhere around noon.…