The Spanish countryside unfolds before me, vibrant greens, golden hills and that blue twilight sky that forever sears itself into memory.
Holding a glass of chilled white wine in my hand, I lean against the ancient stone wall of Pedraza, taking it all in.
It’s July 4th, Independence Day. Only, I’m thousands of miles from the fireworks.
However, the walled medieval city of Pedraza has its own fire on this sultry summer evening.