Not the original fountain from the story, but another blazing hot night when we needed to cool off after dancing for hours under the stars.
Rich, looking debonair at the beginning of the party where we were later photographed dancing in the fountain.
Holding the first printed copy of my book
Our dog, Eskimo Pie. For short she was Pie, Pi or 3.14159. She moved to Seville with us, where she discovered the joys of chorizo, elevators and a dog named Bruno.
Rich, wrestling with the five-foot snake we found on our bed.
The Setas, at Seville's Plaza de la Encarnación. Hideous monstrosity or bold new landmark? You be the judge.
The old woman who sell snails in Plaza de la Encarnación. For more, check out my blog: http://www.enjoylivingabroad.com/my-blog/welcome-to-my-snail-museum
Nuns shopping in the market in Plaza de la Encarnción.
Early morning walk in the Spanish countryside
The kind of efficiency you have to admire about Spain: This cabby saved time by not traveling all the way home to take his siesta.
Watching one of the Semana Santa (Holy Week) processions
Everyone gets totally decked out for Seville's Feria de Abril, including the horses and their handlers.
Me with my friend Sarah at the Feria de Abril, wearing the traditional outfits and must-have giant roses pinned to the top of our heads.
The bullfight in Mexico, shortly before the goring.
That's my husband, Rich, on the left, with a short-lived but dashing beard. Next to him is our friend who places such a high value on his privacy that we've often wondered if he really is in the witness protection program. You'll meet him in the book under the assumed name L-F.
I'm not saying Pie was smart enough to read. Mostly she just looked at the pictures.
The Mexican restaurant in Seville, where I once saw a patron change her baby in the stroller, then hand off the dirty diaper to the waiter, who whisked it away without demur. “Kind of gives a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘family-style restaurant,’ doesn’t it?” Rich said.