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 a trip to Mexico with us just a year ago.
And, oh yes, that title. There are a number of anecdotes surrrounding the title of Luis Bunuel’s great film “Un chien andalou.” It is certainly a free association, since the title has no relationship to the film itself. Bunuel himself claimed that the phrase occurred in a poem he had written. Others claim that it alludes to a Spanish idiom: “The Andalusian dog howls –someone has died!
We took the train to EWR early, planning to meet the Nelsons in the United Club. We breezed through security and were soon having a drink while we waited. After a bit of confusion involving multiple United Clubs, we made our rendezvous and started catching up.
United did us proud this time: on-time takeoff, pleasant crew.