Tag Archives: Marianne Villanueva

Isa

Daughter, our islands are disappearing. Once, there were two: two proud pieces of rock rearing high above the waves. Our islands had always existed: they were the two arms of Laon, who slumbered in the caldera beneath us. Around us … Continue reading

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The Essence of Spain

A year ago, I became convinced that I should spend the rest of my life in Spain. I made up my mind to find the true, true essence of Spain. I decided that, until I got to Spain, I would … Continue reading

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