|Windmills in Campo de Criptana|
It must have been junior high or high school when I had to read the entire first volume of Don Quixote for summer reading and it took me the ENTIRE three months to plow through the translation. I’ll be honest, I didn’t enjoy it, although the small tales a character would recount here and there were fun. I remember thinking, “Just because it was the first novel doesn’t mean it was a good novel…ugg.” I know, so sassy and angst-y. I don’t think any of us got anything out of that book except for an understanding of the word “quixotic” (do you pronounce it “kee-hoe-tihk” or “kwihx-oe-tihk”?), although it was probably the first encounter with Spanish culture most of us had outside of Columbus sailing the ocean blue on the Niña, the Pinta, and the Santa María.
|Me and the family at Campo de Criptana|
|Windmills in Alcázar de San Juan|
|Windmill arm sans sail in Alcázar de San Juan|
|Campo de Criptana|
|Pisto manchego (ratatouille of La Mancha)|
Have you read Don Quixote before? Does visiting windmills sound fun or would it be a grind for you (excuse the pun)? Comment below!
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