Madrid: Yes, I Love Thee

Struggling to think of blog post titles, obviously.

I have figured out a route -- a nice, well-populated, spacious, sunny route, for walking and bouncing. Shown above. It is about 5 miles (4.9-5, depending on detours), and I walked it three times this weekend.

oh hemingway

I still want to read A Moveable Feast and For Whom the Bell Tolls. I just hope that he doesn't try to write any more cardboard female characters in either, and instead focuses on his strengths, like scenery and soldiers.

(So: A Farewell to Arms was interesting. Intriguing. Questionable.)

Also I went to Segovia and had a nice time, but then I came home after only about four hours because my right knee was shaking really hard from going up and down the tower in the Alcazar. Sigh.

I think

that I really like the poetry of Billy Collins.

See, here.

ernest hemingway?

Books to make interesting people talk to you on the subway.

Now I want to read A Moveable Feast, even though I still have 200 pages left of A Farewell to Arms. I can't decide if I like Ernest Hemingway or not. I mean, if an author keeps you reading, even if you find some parts of their novel shallow or irritating, then that's saying something, right?