Consuegra, Castilla-La Mancha, Spain |
The yellow plains undulate before you like a gigantic quilt.
As you glide along, if you’ve seen three other cars today, it’s a lot. The
quiet hum of a Spanish-engineered air conditioner insulates you from the
explosive, desiccant sunlight. There are four big indicators that you’re not in
Nevada or Arizona:
The three cars you’ve seen are Renaults or SEATs, like
yours.
The speedometer shows a number that seems impossibly huge
until you remember it’s in in kilometers.
There are no advertising billboards. Only the wordless Osbourne
bull creates a black shadow on the horizon.
Over the a. c., you hear strumming
guitars, hollow cajones, rhythmic
clapping, and voices that are somehow mournful and the most joyous sound in the world.
Driving through Castilla and Andalusia is one of the
greatest simple pleasures I’ve found in life. I last did this with the man I
love beyond words during our honeymoon five years ago.
Recently, I discovered that through the wonder of the internet,
I can listen to radio stations from Spain right here in the USA. The full
sensory experience of Spanish road trips came rushing back to me. I want to
send out my sincere thanks to whomever set up this miraculous web streaming.
And wish a happy anniversary to my sweet husband!
And wish a happy anniversary to my sweet husband!
¡Olé!
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