It’s ten at night in Madrid and the last rays of the sun have just left the steeple of the church across the street. The people ended their vespers an hour ago, around the same time the men endedtheir all-day vigil at the tables outside the bar across the street and stumbled their way down the narrow calles. It’s our fourth day here in Tetuan, an unpretentious neighborhood nicely distant from tourists, yet easily accessible to the “sights.” Our friends Danny and Beatriz have a cozy, trick penthouse overlooking the church and the bar, a perfect homey spot to ease our transition to new time zones and cultures.
I only have a broken iPad with me for these two weeks in Spain, so excuse my relative radio silence. We’re here, Bud is taking it easy, and I’m shopping and checking out art. Buena noche.
