Several years later, there’s still no official recording of this song. But this quick video from a concert performed sobre la marcha on a street in Madrid is enough for now. Here La Negra, a flamenco/fusion singer from Spain, lends her smoky tone to an original...
En Sevilla ya me rodea una familia improvisada. Conso y Juan Diego, compañeros míos, me llaman “hijo”. Cada vez que visito la casa de mi novia, Ana, su madre me manda a casa cargado de galletas, mermeladas y recetas para que me alimente bien. La señora con la que viví hace tres años sigue siendo mi madre española, piropeándome, haciéndome carantoñas y preparando comida rica cada vez que paso por su casa.
After six years of piano lessons, I’d come across the name Schumann more than once. But I’d never heard of Clara Schumann, wife of the better-known Robert Schumann, until years after my lessons stopped. I was stumped writing one of my first short stories,...
Hay migas. The signs are posted outside of every restaurant in Aracena, a small town of around 8,000 in southern Spain. Bread crumbs served here. It’s a popular dish in the sierra. Simple: a little bit of olive oil, garlic and pieces of day-old bread, sauteed in...
A reflection after publication in The Chronicle Review I woke up last Monday morning more excited than I had been since graduation. Finally, an excerpt from an essay of mine was going to be published in The Chronicle of Higher Education’s The Chronicle Review. I...