The couple left before the hobo had finished his dessert.

Looking back at the months before I left for Spain, I realize now that my itinerary planning was borderline OCD. I have been very well served by the late hours figuring out which sites are most important for my dissertation research, how long I should stay at a given site, where the affordable hotels are etc. I have to give pre-Spain Ed some credit for anticipating some inevitable “Spain being Spain” derailments by penciling in some “cushion time” at the end of this trip. The itinerary has been a strict but benevolent hand guiding me through what would otherwise seem like a Walmart on Black Friday. That said, like a kid who has behaved himself in church for what he thinks has been a very long time, I am about to test if the itinerary is still watching. Portugal was the first test, but that was just the beginning. I am crawling under the pews with action figures in my hands and I can see daylight at the end of the aisle. … Continue reading

Red Bull, Donkeys, and Smooth Jazzzz

Nothing can pick up your spirits more than the realization that you don’t actually live in Villanueva del Arzobispo and you can leave at any time. The only way leaving that town would have been more awesome is if I had helped save the last resident just before it exploded. In this scenario the citizens are begging me to stay and help them rebuild the destruction wrought by the infamous “El Guapo,” …but I can’t hear them over the roar of Dinkus’ throaty engine as I kiss my passport and step on the gas. … Continue reading