The other day I checked my daily diary on this trip and there are a lot of missing entries. I’m so happy. You see, this whole return to Rota was all about living the local life here. If my notes were filled with the events of every day, then this would only be just another […]

  And when I talk about Rota as a Paradise Found, I do not mean to include some of the descriptives that are to follow.  Call it just a happy accident, or maybe an arrested adolescent’s male fantasy come true.   But there are bare boobies at the beach in Rota. Carol was the one who pointed […]

  I was going to tell the story of our return trip to Rota chronologically. But since my objective in the return was to recapitulate my life at home – that would be: reading, writing and …well, watching baseball (at home) but staring blankly at the Atlantic Ocean (here) – such a simple (and boring) […]

  A case can now be made that Carol is a slip-and-fall attorney’s dream. Back in Lyon during our first trip together (is that when I should have started thinking about travel insurance?) she had an epic heels-over-head tumble as she left our restaurant and started home in a drizzly French rain that turned those ancient tiled […]

DL 65 to Paris We were walking in the hotel parking lot after checking out when Carol realized she didn’t have her jean jacket. I continued on to our rental and put the luggage in the trunk while she went back to retrieve it. At the rental return we were on the bus to the Delta terminal, when she realized […]

Our upcoming European trip will be different on two fronts. First, we’re going for the longest stretch for one excursion: almost six weeks, give or take. Secondly, “excursion” is a misnomer. For we’re going to spend all this time in a place we’ve already been to and had extended our stay once we got there. This time, we’ll be expanding […]

Day 20 Flamencos and staying up late Carol had been hinting at finding a nightclub featuring Flamenco dancing throughout our whole trip. I’d spent the whole trip hoping to avoid just that. I’d had my fill of the art form in Seville during the Feria. It’s a lot of twirling, arm swinging and stomping around with a rose stem in your […]

Days 16-19 Beach Boy   When Carol and I first got together, I had stated unequivocally my opposition to sand, the reality of it, the very concept of it and the grit of it that manages to find itself into every crevice and moving part of my body – especially  and particularly how it winds […]

Days 12–15 Nothing happening and loving every minute   These blogs are written from a daily journal I keep when Carol and I travel. It’s little more than a tick-tock of the day’s activities, no matter how routine. Nothing of what I record is worth a blog itself; the notes are meant to jog the […]

Days 9-11 Meet the Rotarians   The winds had calmed, which meant our day-trip to Cadiz would be by ferry and not by bus. You might remember that Cadiz had been our original planned destination, but thanks to Carol’s monumental screw up, we wound up in Rota, and as Robert Frost said of the road […]