At the end of the performance, everyone yelled enthusiastically for their hometown boy, Angel, and I let out a few cheers, as one does when he performs at the Metropolitan Opera House in New York. Well, my new little elderly friends were quick to chastise me, saying “No ‘Whoo!'” My elegant response of “Huh?” garnered the further explanation “In Espana, no ‘Whoo!’ Only ‘Bravo!”” So then, I flapped my fan, joined the chorus of “Bravo!” and my seatmates smiled proudly at their tall, blonde converted senorita.
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Holy Toledo: cathedrals, cloisters, silver and steel
Toledo is an easy day trip from Madrid – about ten Euros and half an hour on the train will find you popping out of Toledo’s main station. Then the real adventure begins as you buy a cheap bus ticket and your urban chariot quickly whisks you up a winding road into the hills, through […]