The time between landing at the airport and the arrival of the course coordinator, Paco, who is also our ride to the hotel, is four hours. After two hours, I have eaten a chocolate croissant, consumed what I imagine will be one of many cafes con leche, and written some postcards. Note: autocorrect tried to … More Bienvenidos a Madrid
In twenty-four hours, I’ll be somewhere over the Atlantic, bound for Madrid and an international faculty development seminar focused on the Camino de Santiago. It is officially summer, insofar as everything is graded and the meetings are generally in abeyance, but still, I go in a time of flux (as if there is any other … More Me voy.
I spent another month churning miles under my tires, and in two more weeks, I’ll do it again. The first leg of my into-June journey was, of course, arriving at the American Antiquarian Society (preceded by a quick tour of apartments in the Hershey area so we have a place to sleep when we head … More of the nature and use of maps
