1972 All holidays fall foul of a few snags. Some aren’t worth the price of a souvenir. Not many are an unmitigated disaster from start to finish. Ours was. The supreme irony, of course, was that we never intended to go to Spain. In fact, we hadn’t planned on going anywhere. Our 3 weeks stay … Continue reading Sic transit . . .
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