Brocheta. Not a male-friendly bruschetta, but a big luscious kabob in Rota.
Pastries are unattainable during siesta. Which is unfortunate.
Catedral de Jerez de la Frontera. Any city with "de la Frontera" tacked on the end was a frontier city on the Christian line during the Crusades. I love you, guide books.
My thoughts on the above:
It's interesting to be able to see historical layers in Moorish fortresses, reconstituted as Christian strongholds, resconstituted for Spanish medieval uses, but it's a bit sad to think that it all resulted from hate and fanaticism. It's a somber thought that both good and evil are done in the name of God.
Goodbye, Jerez. You have been fun, but not enough fun to make us stay.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
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your last line sounds just like this quote you will love:
"Traveling is like flirting with life. It's like saying, 'I would stay and love you, but I have to go; this is my station.'"- Lisa St. Aubin de Teran
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