A year ago…It all seems to blur together…an idyllic weekend in Sevilla, Grenada and Cordoba, yet with curious looking signs on pharmacy windows about being out of hand sanitizer. On the Sunday on our return to Madrid, the Women’s Day celebrations we had witnessed in Cordoba were multiplied many times over. It all felt so normal…until 48 hours later it wasn't. The closed schools, toilet paper vanished from store shelves and so the siege began. As my earlier entries document, it was as surreal here as it was everywhere with perhaps some additional Spanish variations… But it was fierce and it was frightening.
Our year of living dangerously...
Our year of living dangerously...
Our year of living dangerously...
A year ago…It all seems to blur together…an idyllic weekend in Sevilla, Grenada and Cordoba, yet with curious looking signs on pharmacy windows about being out of hand sanitizer. On the Sunday on our return to Madrid, the Women’s Day celebrations we had witnessed in Cordoba were multiplied many times over. It all felt so normal…until 48 hours later it wasn't. The closed schools, toilet paper vanished from store shelves and so the siege began. As my earlier entries document, it was as surreal here as it was everywhere with perhaps some additional Spanish variations… But it was fierce and it was frightening.