When our family visited Granada, Spain in 2013, I slipped on a wet flight of outdoor steps our second evening and hit my head on a patio couch. I walked the twenty steps to our flat, my reddening hand on my forehead. Fortunately, we had allies in town. We were staying in an apartment in […]
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A velvet evening in rural La Mancha frolicking with a one-ton baby bull. What could go wrong? Three dozen of us from the Toledo program sat on a ranch patio drinking fruity red wine sangría. The main attraction was a Spanish capea; playing hide-and-go-seek with a bull no taller than our chests in a mini […]
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