Muy bien, gracias! This place es mut bonita. I can´t put my camera away because every where I turn there is something I want to capture. I know we are in cities, but they are nothing like any place i have ever been before. In Santander, Dena and I visited Roberto and Pilar, her host family from when she lived in Spain two summers ago. They were gracious hosts cooking us big meals and sending us off with great food such a un tortilla. A potato-egg-onion ensemble, very different from Mexican tortillias that most of us Norte Americanos are familiar with. Also in Santander are flags hanging from thousands of the house windows. Deep red and gold, some with a black bull on the front. Pilar said it was because of the football tournament that Spain just won. I felt quite at home in my new Spainish football jersey (that I bought in Ireland-go figure)!
We also went to the beach in Santander in the afternoon we were there. We ate helado (ice cream) and didn´t sleep too many hours as we needed to catch a cab to catch a bus to Pamplona the very next day. I am in Pamplona now, and I am faced with very similar problems: in which direction do I point my camera? The streets here are long and winding and very narow with a cobbled road surface and there are flower pots hanging from almost every window, and the appartments rise to meet crystal clear blue the sky. Ah, the blue sky. Azul never sounded so good. and the plazas. and the fountains. and the cafes. and the churches that are only-oh, say 500 plus years old.
I can´t wait to get lost in this city, and then to get found again. We are pilgrims on el Camino de Santiago. See you on el camino.
