the hispanophile


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<!– end InLinkz script –> “Spain is my kind of place!” shouted Harold as the Crumbcakes enjoyed their first trip to the land he’d always dreamed of.

“It’s the land of Ferdinand and Isabella, ‘Los Reyes Catolicos’, he reminded his wife Dolores.

“The Dominicans were my teachers when I was a kid. I’ve studied Carmelite theology as an adult.  Sor and Segovia have always been among my favorite musicians.”

“Don’t forget, honey,” Dolores replied. “Even your beloved Spain isn’t perfect. They’ve been brought to the brink of destruction by everyone from the Moslems to Franco.”

“Et in Arcadia ego,” was all he could say.



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