live blog: burning up the sky

Sailing around the Dodecanese islands all this time I’ve yet to see a less than impressive sunset. However, tonight in Olympos - from my vantage point outside a windmill worthy of Cervantes – the performance was especially spectacular. Burning the color of hot lava as it approached the horizon, the sun appeared to cleave the Aegean before quickly sinking out of view, leaving a flare of vermilion phosphorescence in its wake.


the lord of la mancha

It was only a few years ago that I randomly picked up a copy of Miguel de Cervantes’ Don Quixote.  In Edith Grossman’s stunning translation, which was new at the time, the four hundred year old novel was brought to life in a way I couldn’t have imagined possible.  A weighty tome in both size and scope it held me enrapt for weeks. (Pick up any piece of fiction written in the last two hundred years and you’ll see the debt to Cervantes on every page) I knew the author spent a significant period of his life abroad, but didn’t realize his ties to the capital until now. Cervantes died in Madrid, coincidentally on the same day as William Shakespeare: April 23, 1616.


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