Halfway across the bridge, it hit me—
did I accidentally turn onto the wrong side of the Atlantic?
It was the surprise hello of Spanish architecture cresting fronds of waving palms.
The whole old-world chorus.
Cries for mutiny by my GPS were silenced by the rumble of cobblestones. Our destination—a newly-christened villa complex—patiently awaited.
The road home led north. Whispers of winter could wait.
Warm holiday wishes from the oldest city in America.
Aaron Scales
Design Director, BroCoLoco
