Tetouan
Morocco
May 5, 2013
Buenos días a todos,
From the congested hillside city of Tetouan in northwest Morocco, I drive north through rolling farmlands to the Mediterranean coast. My goal for the day: Lunch in Spain!
No, I will not ride a ferry across the Strait of Gibraltar to Algeciras. No, I will not fly to Majorca. Nevertheless, I expect to achieve my goal.
Madrid
Spain
Saturday
November 30, 2002
Sunny and Cool
Dear Family and Friends,
Saludos de España!
My guest room at the Sofitel Hotel is richly decorated with solid walnut furniture and gentle gold, brown and mint green pastel accents. First Class all the way!
I am sipping an agua minerale con gas from the mini-bar.
Today I relax. I am tired from my travels.
My flight from Madrid to Miami was oversold so I “volunteered" to fly tomorrow. I thought "volunteering" was unpaid. You would be shocked to know, in their desperation, how much the airline "paid" me. Plus I am overnight in this four-star hotel enjoying three lovely meals, all courtesy of American Airlines. Though I think I do have to pay for the mini-bar refreshments.
Aventura, Florida
December 3, 2002
Hello,
This past summer I read a travel article about Spain called “Extremadura, a land of rugged beauty.” My wife, Alice, and I had been to Spain twice before: Barcelona, Madrid, and Burgos in the summer of 1967. Then Seville in the spring of 1970. Now, on my own, Extremadura in the far west of Spain is enticing. So, I book a flight, a rental car, and my first night.
I arrive in Madrid on Friday morning, November 22, pick up the car, and head west to Extremadura—“a land of rugged beauty and the home of the conquistadors, Pizzaro and Cortés.” My destination is the city of Cáceres, a UNESCO World Heritage Site.
Got your atlas handy?
