Several years (just counted, more than several years) ago my daughter and I joined a school trip to southern Spain. It was a blast, and she got hit with the travel bug. It was her first flight, and a long one, as tour companies may sometimes provide more circuitous routes to a destination to save some money. We flew to DC, then to Frankfort, then to Madrid, with a delay or two along the way. Thank goodness she loves to fly, which we did not know until the moment we took off. Whew! We spent a few days in Madrid, moving on to Seville, Granada, Salamanca, Cordoba. It was a wonderful trip. This is from a picture I took within the Royal Palace of Madrid. It is lavish, opulent, with these airy curtains billowing while allowing a hint of the view across the courtyard. It's a nice reminder for me of our wonderful trip.
This is my two hundred seventy-fifth daily drawing. Thank you for allowing me to reminisce and for your continued interest.
I had a chance to visit Sorolla's home while in Madrid a number of years ago. We were on a busy tour schedule, and had an arduous 24+ hours of flight/wait/flight/run/flight to arrive in Madrid, as tour companies sometimes do. The next day we were supposed to visit the Prada, but I knew time in Madrid was short, so arranged to grab a taxi up there with my daughter, then 11 years old. Walking across the threshold took my breath away. It was as if Sorolla just stood up and walked away from his studio. His home is now a museum, with paintings hanging throughout the rooms. It was wonderful. I love the blue and white jars in which he kept his paint brushes. I'm not sure what they contained originally.
I hope I get the chance to visit again. This is my thirty-seventh daily drawing. As always, thank you for looking.
Here are a couple of rooftops from a trip to Spain years ago. I remember looking up at the deepening sky, and seeing their silhouettes against the blue. Beautiful detail, casual, elegant, utilitarian. Striking. They remind me a bit of the tile rooftop in the Charlton Heston movie, "Ben Hur" where his sister knocks a loose tile off and it falls onto the new centurion, Ben's childhood friend Masala. Ben takes the fall for her and becomes a galley slave... the rest is "history" as it were. I'm not sure what town were were in, but I remember the scene vividly.
This is my sixteenth entry for the #Inktober challenge. Thanks for looking as I continue my exploration through my archives.
