Finding Jésus in Zaragoza – Part 2
As the coach drew up to the station, I felt sick to my stomach, wishing I hadn’t engaged in click crazed, boozed-up ticket shopping the night before. Walking down the steps, my long one shoulder…
As the coach drew up to the station, I felt sick to my stomach, wishing I hadn’t engaged in click crazed, boozed-up ticket shopping the night before. Walking down the steps, my long one shoulder…
Summer in Barcelona, my chapter in The Pretty City. I had always loved the feminine energy of the Catalan capital, the sensual curves of Gaudi’s architecture, the exuberant Art Nouveau floral fantasies, her streets paved with…