by Christina Santos ….well how about a Mullet-ution? Spain is on the verge of a Revolution my friends. What kind of revolution you ask? Well only the gradual, but persistent take over of “La Mullet Español” into mainstream society. Seriously they are everywhere. But to be fair—I’m not so sure if it’s a revival in…
A million butterflies rose up from South America, All together, and flew in a gold storm toward Spain… ~Winfield Townley Scott, “Annual Legend” ’twere it South America or any other magical land, I don’t care so long as this golden butterfly storm lands on my body in Spain this New Year’s Eve. I can think…
by Christina Santos In the wintertime, I am strictly a “these boots are made for walking” type of diva. But at the slightest hint of sunshine and warmth, I’m a bona fide Sandalista. Allowing my toes to break free from the confines of my closed toe clodhoppers, I slip into sandal flats all season long….
I’m a fan of making up my own words. I’m a fan of fashion. However, I’m typically not a fan of fashion trends that require a new name and/or hybrid of existing words to describe them (case in point: jorts, skorts. I shudder.) Now there is a new term to add to the jumbled jargon…
I generally am not one of those “early to bed, early to rise” pilgrims. I’m usually one of the last pilgrims to stumble out of the albergue at about 7:30, bleary eyed and mumling something about a cafe con leche. This morning however, I couldn’t get out of the albergue fast enough. I literally got…
It’s official. I can charm the pants off any old Spanish man. Do I want to see an old Spanish man with his pants off? NO. Leaving Burgos today I randomly struck up a conversation with a smiling man while waiting for the light to change. When he found out where I was from, he…
If my lifestory is ever told through film, I think today’s events would best be summed up through a video montage. There was chasing pigeons through deserted, sun-drenched plazas. Getting lost in massive, Gothic cathedrals. Strolls along the river. Card games, betting and copious beers. Giggles. In essence, it was a wonderful day off. I’m…