Well, I’ve never been to Spain.
But I kinda like the music.....................
We have our own ‘Spain’ here. Hopefully the wall will come up soon and hold back the invading ‘Spaniards’.
Loved the experience and where we lived in a small town called Alcalá de Guadalquivir, in Andalusia, about 10 miles outside of Seville in southern Spain. Guadalquivir was the river running next to the town. It had a pleasant Mediterranean climate.
We lived in a spectacular duplex built on the side of a hill by an American doctor in 1929. Lots of colorful tile on the floors and up the sides of the walls with 4 patios or courtyards and a garden in the rear. We lived across the street from an olive processing plant.
Our next door neighbors in this lavish duplex was the family of the manager of the largest bakery in Spain at the time. They produced most of the bread for Seville and the surrounding communities. As a result, the town was sometimes referred to as Alaclá de los Panaderos, meaning Alcalá of the bakers.
We loved our time there and I learned Spanish in school. We traveled throughout Spain, Europe, Britain and north Africa during the three years we were stationed there.
A life experience I will never forget.