SUE JACKSON Therapist/Writer/Photographer/Activist

Last year, as the unofficial blogger/photographer to the anti-East-West Link campaign, our battles were my blog's entire focus. But by Christmas, with the electoral win for people power and the dumping of the dud Tunnel, I was suddenly at a loss. What to write about now? Not sure yet. But there will be ongoing musings and images from this Australian life. So please leave a message. (No need to sign into an account. Simply comment as ‘anonymous’; then leave your name within the comment itself.)

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Adios!

It's a glorious autumn day, just perfect for drying those last stubborn items of clothing to be rolled and packed in my suitcase. Because on Domingo (Sunday to you non-Spanish speakers) we are heading off for a month in northern Spain. We've been slogging away at Spanish conversation for over a year now, as is no doubt obvious from my effortless use of complicated words like Domingo.
Storks roosting in Medieval chimneys, which you see best from a tower in Caceres built by Muslim craftsmen, the famous Roman aqueduct at Segovia, the charms of Santiago de Compostela and the port town nearby from which Christopher Columbus headed out to the New World, walking in the World Heritage Los Picos mountains, while staying at a boutique hotel whose owner we are assured is Basil Fawlty's double, a visit to the crazy museum of the weird and wonderful Salvadore Dali and the Basque delights of the Peggy Guggenheim museum - and these are only the things we know about!
I have no prescribed writing agenda this time, which makes me feel particularly free. It doesn't mean of course that I won't be writing while I'm there; no doubt it will prove irresistible.
I wish you all more of these gorgeous autumn days and the leisure to savour them. Hasta luego!