For the last two weeks I've been hoofing over pavement in Spain. There I sidled through jammed sidewalks, strolled down tree-lined paseos, or treaded carefully over river rocks in medieval alleys.

Today I was alone on our country drive, rather than sharing crowded walkways.
The breeze was moderate with a crisp tinge unlike ocean-tempered Barcelona or warm Granada.

The only color left in my yard was from leggy cosmos lying horizontal. Compared to the Alhambra, it isn't even a garden.
Join me the next few weeks as I contrast bustling Barcelona to medieval Madrid to laid-back Granada. It will have to satisfy both of us until we book another trip.
I'm eager to read your posts and see pictures! I have to travel to Germany through your eyes.
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