This is the moment when we were still happy. We were in Malaga, Spain, at the Alcazaba, which is essentially a fortified palace built in the eleventh century, and then modified for several successive centuries. (Because that’s what people did back then. Somebody would build a building, then […]
Note: This is a flashback post from our first trip to Spain. Hopefully, the statute of limitations has run out on any crimes that we may have committed… We’re still traipsing around the Andalusian countryside, avoiding any degree of responsible behavior as well as local authorities, so I […]
Howdy, folks. This will be a rather abrupt Clam Bake, as things are a bit in flux here at Bonnywood. We are busily prepping for another travel adventure, this time to Pecos, New Mexico. To be fair, the “Pecos” angle is a bit misleading, as that’s simply the […]
Bjorn, left: “Well, I hear that those wretched Americans are coming down out of the hills of Cómpeta and headed to Malaga.” Torvik, right: “Those words make me weep with inconsolable abandon. Why must they torture us so?” Bjorn: “Now, now. We have to give the poor things […]
Pablo de Pato, left: “Hold up. Who are you and why are you in my kingdom?” Scotch the Duck, right: “I’m not sure how I got here. I was sunning in my favorite spot at Casa Bonnywood and then I woke up in a suitcase. It was dark […]
First there was this, one morning, with the sun still newborn Beckoning quaintly, softly, painted on a rock wall No flashy billboards in this quiet mountain town, stuffed with garishness Fake smiles filled with fake teeth, techno beats from advertising dances Here they keep it simple. This is […]
Pablo de Pato, surveying his kingdom, spotted the interloping tourists unloading their SUV outside the nearby villa. All of them were very chatty and exuberant, traits that were not necessarily favored in this sun-baked land. It was now necessary to protect the realm, and steps must be taken. […]
And so it was That we got on a plane With all that associated pain The suckage was, indeed, fierce The layovers, the lay-abouts, the lackadaisicality Of humans behaving badly (And not caring) Finally, the madness ended And there were no more interminable lines Only a car, arranged, […]
So, an opportunity arose wherein my partner and I were offered the chance to spend a week in Spain, with the home base for this adventure being located in a not-very-big town somewhat north of Malaga known as Cuevas del Becerro. This tantalizing concept (“we plan to do […]
Just a quick note to fill you in on my current lack of obsessive blogging: Contrary to what some of you might think, I have not gone over the edge and finally lost my mind, resulting in an enforced stay at the Beaver Valley Home for the Emotionally […]
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