Looking for an Andalusian Dog

Princeton, Monday, March 10, 2025 We’re off tonight, winging it to Madrid for a couple of weeks in Spain. Most of our time will be spent in Andalusia, the province in the south that includes the cities of Cordoba, Seville, and Granada. We’ll be traveling with our friends Paul and Sue N., who survived aContinue reading “Looking for an Andalusian Dog”

The Rain in Spain…

Madrid and Cordoba, Tuesday, March 11, 2025 The wait at passport control in Madrid was just silly: something like an hour and a quarter standing in line foll0wed by the most cursory passport check imaginable. Things went pretty well after that: a shuttle bus brought us from Terminal 1 to Terminal 4, where trains leaveContinue reading “The Rain in Spain…”

Getting real in the Alcazar Real

Seville, Thursday, March 13, 2025 We were a bit sad to leave the Casas de la Juderia, with its gorgeous patios and gardens. But Seville called and we were soon on a fast medium-distance train bound for the province’S capital. Which whisked us there in less than forty minutes. And of course it was rainingContinue reading “Getting real in the Alcazar Real”

Gothic strives for the record books

Sevilla, Friday, March 14, 2025 We got a late start, awakened at 5 AM by yelling in the street and then falling back to sleep. After another great breakfast buffet, we set out to meet Paul and Sue at Sevilla’s cathedral. We stopped on the way, though, to have a look at another church, ElContinue reading “Gothic strives for the record books”

The Alhambra…or most of it anyway

Granada, Monday, March 17, 2025 Our trip wasn’t exactly spur of the moment, but it turns out that a long-planned odyssey to Andalusia pays dividends…which we didn’t get. Not only were we unable to book any of the magnificent state-run lodgings, the Paradors, but we were unable to obtain tickets to the most important partContinue reading “The Alhambra…or most of it anyway”

Vente a Madrid, muchacha!

Granada and Madrid, Thursday, March 20, 2025 The title is a paraphrase of a well-known poem by Garcia Lorca, “Arbolé, Arbolé,” in which a young girls is told to go, successively, to Cordoba, Sevilla, and Granada. We’re doing the reverse. So Adios, Andalucia! I would be remiss if I didn’t mention one of the bestContinue reading “Vente a Madrid, muchacha!”