Spanish journey memories

Gathering photos to create a memory collage for my gallery is too difficult when there could never be a collage large enough to encompass the memories.  At the top left, is Zamora, Fuentesauco and the street and sign where the Silvan Hernandez family lived.  Standing in Seville at the Plaza de España with the miraculous colored tiles everywhere, then Almogia --- more tiles, the Calle Winters sign and Gibraltar -- the rock straining against a skyline that so many Spaniards remember as their last sight of home.   And Toro!  The village of a long line of Trascasas where we found elegant wines, a view of forever and a man in the juzgado who pulled out ancient books to look up our family names.  Then, Avila where Steven tried to climb the castle wall and the food and sangria in all the villages and big cities... Garbanzo bean soup, bonito (tuna, roasted red peppers on bread) and more.  Seeing la casa ronda in Los Nuñez, standing on the terrace and feeling the dream...Seeing Benagalbon where the Ruiz family lived, going to Alora where our ancestors were born and lived before being buried on the hill at the castle.  And Steven introducing me to Spanish olives, boquerones and the church where Picasso (Ruiz) was baptized in Malaga.  And the cathedral in Malaga where Steven introduced me to a long-ago soldier with his face (bottom photo).  And meeting Ruiz cousins in several villages who fed us, hugged us and made us feel at home.   Then, Nerja, Torremolinos and Marbella where the Mediterranean's siren song still calls...