We booked eight days in Spain's neighbor on the Iberian peninsula, Portugal.
I have been in Madrid just over three months. I am still a visitor.
Today marks the 60th anniversary of the publication of Kerouac's most famous literary work.
Last days are never as profound as they appear on television.
Chapter VII: It was mid-January and I had returned to familiar territory: jobless and scrambling to put together enough income to make it another month.
Chapter III: At 24, I was single, young (not that I knew it), and living in the land of milk and silicone.
Chapter I: Loss is a fundamental part of traveling; people rarely tell you that.
Emily and I had reached the end of our time in Spain, which included our week in La Alberca, a weekend in Barcelona, and a couple scattered days in Madrid. Monday, after our wild Sunday night in Barcelona, we had to catch an early flight back to Madrid. In the morning's haze light, the city looked … Continue reading Authentic Cuisine: Cocido Madrileñe