It amuses me to think that I was a Spaniard in a past life, and that that is why I admire Spain and Spanish history, and why out of nowhere in my later years I developed a kind of antipathy towards towards Britain, although undoubtedly it has more to do with current events, and maybe subliminal memories of Fawlty Towers.
It is what it is, I guess.
Continue Reading »On our first day in Grand Canyon we did a family hike along the canyon rim, west from the Yavapai Museum of Geology to the El Tovar hotel, a little over one and a half miles. It’s not a very long hike, but a good bit longer than we’d ever done before at the canyon. On our previous trips we’d visited in July and August with temps in the mid-90s. Coming from Dallas we’re used to the heat, but not so much the elevation. As it was, visiting in early May we had beautiful weather, it never getting above the low 80s at the hottest time of the day. The kids are all older now, too, and made short work of this easy and incredibly gorgeous hike. Kassi and I lagged behind, taking photos and enjoying the scenery.
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