Here’s a short travel essay that was published in The Star Democrat on Sunday, October 2, 2011.
SEVILLE–Tonight on Calle Tetuan, an old man leans against a planter overflowing with tiny purple flowers, playing a melodica. A barely-there breeze urges me to roll my sleeves back down. Finally, cool weather has descended upon Seville. The past three weeks, now just a blur of sweat and tears, have been replaced by a more comfortable clime. If not for the hundreds of Spanish shoppers carrying their bags and conversations all around me, I would think I was somewhere else.
But much more than the weather has changed since I landed in Spain, considering, for a while, I didn’t want to be here. Continue reading




