We are in Seville. The autonomous community of Andalucia, Spain. Recovering from the tribulation of the Spanish Civil war. The Russians have just perfected the art of tampering with the election of foreign countries. Seville's Tapas scene is recognized as one of the main cultural attractions of the city: people go from one bar to another. The Pate family dines with a fledgling realtor named Trump. We are immersed in the 70s. In a decade, the Berlin Wall will come tumbling down. Katy Perry is yet to be born.
Monday, August 21, 2017
Saturday, August 19, 2017
Juzno: Mi Lady, I beseech thee. May thy humble servant take a photo of thee?
Marybeth: Oh, sire. I am no lady but a servant like thineself. By the way, what is a photo?
Juzno: Dear lady, can thou not hearest the wind blow? Or did thou knowest? Thy stairway lies on the whispering wind.
Marybeth: Ah, I see that thou art a sage as well.
Juzno: Dear lady, has thou not hearest of Led Zeppelin?
Friday, August 18, 2017
Thursday, August 17, 2017
Juzno: Señor, I just walked nearly 500 miles from France on a pilgrimage to the Way of St James - that is the Camino de Santiago. For favor, please, do tell me how I can go to the Santiago de Compostella?
Diego: Si, señor. But first I must finish my Cafe Manchado, then take my two-and-half hour siesta, and only then can I show you the way to the church.
Juzno: How long does it take you to finish your coffee?
Diego: Not too long. Give or take one hour. Or just come back tomorrow.
Hope your day is going well.