Basha stories: The Third Pitcher of Sangria
I’ve decided to put some Basha stories here, mostly for me, but occasionally I have referred to them in other posts. Feel free to skip, these are my memories. The year is 1999 and we are on our first big trip together. We knew it was a “make-or-break” test for the relationship. We were backpacking for a month in Spain and Portugal during the summer. We began the trip in Madrid, speaking very little Spanish, and not really having an…