Escape of the Week: Spanish Spring

I remember it like it was yesterday … there I sat on a bus barreling out of Madrid and toward the beautiful Extremadura region, ready to go and teach  more English.

I was exhausted from the evening I had before, and was struggling to keep my eyes open.

The Vaughantown bus stopped for a food break, and the Anglos disembarked, stretching limbs in the brisk spring day.

And, there it was. The snow-capped mountain jetting above a carpet of green and yellow against a brilliant blue sky.

And, here it is for you.