Gayle Brennan Spencer – sending random thoughts to and from South Austin
Sometimes the unexpected is the best welcome to a new city….
The poor Mister has to leave his guitar harem behind when he travels, save one little electric travel guitar and a baby amp.
But Spaniard Susan Santos gave us a major blues fix at an intimate venue, El Corrillo, on our first night in Salamanca.
Bargain tapas and the blues. Mil gracias.
And thanks to the Mister for a willingness to temporarily part from all his girls at home.
Paused a minute under this painting to see if it might miraculously sweep the cobwebs from the corners of my brain, clear all bats from my belfry.
And the red-hatted statue of Saint Jerome, the patron saint of librarians, symbolically perched amongst large clusters of grapes. Surely this means he will help me speed up the research and writing and bless the amount of wine needed to complete the story of the Coker community in San Antonio.
Blogging lags behind our trip home to San Antonio. In the “postcard” world, however, all aboard for the next stop. Madrid.
As unusual as it is for me, am simply rounding up some of our photographs from Salamanca with no accompanying words. The featured photo of the mirrored reflection of a soaring Gothic ceiling is about as close as we get to taking a selfie….
Postcards from Barton Springs 