Comprender Espanol pour favor?

The Romanian was certainly a hail fellow well met. Especially when one considers his situation.

He was on vacation in Alicante, the centerpiece of the portion of Spain’s Mediterranean exposure known as Costa Blanca. Instead of sailing or lolling in the sand, he found himself at the police station, attempting to explain to the earnest Spanish speaking-only clerk in a fractured tongue that his pocket had been picked while strolling the tile walk that defines the beach. Read the rest of this entry »

Music Abides

We were young.

We were immortal.

Sooner or later both were lies. It was inevitable. Read the rest of this entry »