|Plaza de la Catedral, Oviedo|
Asturias is the only region of Spain I’ve visited that immediately brings Ireland to mind. Lusciously green and notoriously rainy, even the pearly, luminescent quality of the light filtering through the clouds makes me think of Ireland. Flying into the the airport at Asturias, I briefly regret living in Barcelona among so many palm trees.
In the end, it’s much better than focusing on the teenage couple seated directly in front of me, who are loudly smacking their lips around sandwiches, never quite closing their mouths and talking a mile a minute between sloppy kisses.
|Oviedo’s tribute to Woody Allen|
|Waiter Pouring Sidra-Photo Courtesy|
of Jesus Sancho