FIESTA. PART TWO
Alex read his story, and he thought it good. He recalled so much of his last holiday in Spain: recalled it sights and sounds and that unique Spanish odour of sunshine and hot herbs; of wood smoke in the autumn and spring air; and that sense of time suspended, for truly it seemed to him that Spain existed within its own time capsule. And soon now he would return to that land that he loved so much. The bells’ clangour filled the air, making his ears ring, and the youngsters paraded up and down the... Sign in to see full entry.