A Street Corner Named Desire

The corner of Avenida Abenerabi and Calle Marquez de los Vélez on a chilly Spring day. I’m not quite sure if it’s Spring or just a blustery fall afternoon as I continue with some meanderings known as walking to the store. I need to pick up a carton of eggs and various random food-related products.... Continue Reading →

Logroño Bus Stops

"Have you been saved yet?" Uh oh, here we go.. "Pardon me?" "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know you didn't speak Spanish!" The elderly Logroño woman with faintly blue hair blinked at me through her soft tinted sun-glasses. "No it's ok, I speak Spanish. What did you say to me?" I already know, I'm not... Continue Reading →

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