Aporphobia Shrugged
UNITED STATES—People were so nice in Madrid. For instance, the women who had been talking to the Egyptian ambassador, had tapped me on the...
Aporphobia At Last
UNITED STATES—Humblest apologies to the reader for our picaresque luncheons occupying the last column. You were left wondering about aporphobia, which lurks at the...
Aporphobia
UNITED STATES—In Hollywood, I ran into some French tourists and their children. One of the dads told me, "We feel good in Hollywood." I...
The Ducks Of Las Rozas
UNITED STATES—Off we went, five people piled in a car, to the round restaurant in the planned community of Las Rozas. Around the table...
First Forays
UNITED STATES—So here we were, after two days in the country. We took a depopulated bus. Hey, it was a Sunday and we would...
Arrival In Madrid
UNITED STATES—Finally, just after nine in the hot clear morning, the bus curled around the overpass to the housing development 50 kilometers north of...
A Poetic Journey
UNITED STATES—Since being on the airplane to Madrid, I'd reencountered poetry. I grabbed a few scraps from the shelf above my desk because we...
More Spanish Pages
UNITED STATES—After lunch, the jetlag, wine, swordfish and potato salad suddenly caught up with me. I was nodding off and falling over onto our...
Spanish Pages
UNITED STATES—It was Summer Solstice when I arrived and enjoyed the first fruits of accidental tourism. I had been prepared to take my Euros...
Welcome Party
UNITED STATES—I tried to prepare myself in the plane for the time change in order to hit the ground walking, if not running. I...