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 […]
The end of a journey, in three-part disharmony… ONE: The flight home from Malaga, Spain was a soul-crushing experience. We had to be up and packed and in the hotel lobby to meet the taxi at 6am. There were two layovers and plane-changes: one in Madrid (where we […]
Nothing fancy this time, with no delicate wordplay or overwrought poetry. Just a random photo, a three-part tribute to the works of Leroy Neiman, the consequences of traveling with plastic ducks, and an homage to Mutual of Omaha’s Somewhat Wild Kingdom. Enjoy. Greetings from Malaga, Spain. By […]
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 […]
The day finally came When we were forced to twain With Raz and Rosanna Relinquishing the manna And headed out of Spain The boys remained behind To further wine and dine But the empty seats At the breakfast table Served to remind The power lies […]
What if you awoke one day with the remarkable chance To drop what you’re doing, let it all go Pack up just the important bits and Kiss your loved ones (of course) Promise to write (maybe) Walk across the lands Climb a golden hill Until you found […]
With a final grunt of exertion and feathers, Pablo de Pato completed the guard tower of his new battlements atop a majestic mountain in the Vallejo de Cómpeta. As the mortar dried in the golden sun, he puffed his chest in pride at how his new battlements would […]
Somewhere, over there Many thousands of miles Lies my homeland Where so much Has gone so wrong Democracy has been wounded Stabbed by the flailing blind Compelled by ignorance and fear I don’t understand How some can harbor so much hate Such indecency, festering, fertilized in the […]
I really didn’t mean for it to happen. It just did. The afternoon had been going splendidly. Another session by the pool with my three compadres. Spirits were flowing, naturally, as such procedures are dictated in the international bylaws of vacationing in a country that is not your […]
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