Madrid, Spain: Hunger
I hope my first few articles somehow gave you some ideas on how to stretch your travel budget. Now that I have the practical talk out of the way, I hope I can share some thoughts and hopefully provide the inspiration you need to embark on your own journey. On that note, I would like to share a poem written by my niece, Rachelle Cruz – a poem inspired by our trip to Spain. HUNGER At La Casa Botin, we suck tentacles stewed in a pocket of hunger. We learn Hemingway dipped his pen in this hunger. Duende bird of ink, your house of deep song and fortress, where even cats listen, stray from their hunger. Sevilla, she swirls her mantón around arms, claps, even dance won’t defy history or Spanish Hunger. There’s a lover in California folding his dress socks, straightening his bookshelf, a mouth in absence won’t satisfy hunger. She tastes her finger of ink from the latticed bowl, I imagine we are descendants of this hunger. Each of us experiences hunger in a differen