Donde en el mundo esta Carmen Sandiego?

I don’t know about Carmen, but here’s where I was last week…..

and if that doesn’t look familiar, here’s another hint:

If only I’d photographed the Museo National del Prado you would have leaped from your chair and shouted, “Madrid!”

But don’t get too comfortable because then we moved to:

Si, si, it’s on the tip of your tongue….Barri Gotic (Gothic Quarter)

and a metro ride later finds us gazing up at Gaudi’s Sagrada Familia in………. Barcelona!!

Sad but true: all those years of memorizing dialogue in Spanish class, “En la biblioteca,” did not pay off.

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But I had a great time with Hannah (that’s her in the distance; trust me on this):

Long walks and train rides are conducive to opening up my thoughts. And although this visit to Spain was brief, whether I was people watching or gazing at a Goya portrait, I was struck by the beauty of Spanish facial features; they will probably show up in a character or two in my current manuscript. Now that I’ve returned home, the only travel planned in the immediate future will be in my imagination. The laptop awaits.