So here I am in Spain, chock full of Internet access, and ready to write. Sort of. Had a bath and about five hours of naps.
Since it’s D-Day, all English channels, and not a few Spanish ones, are fixed on live coverage from Arromanches, where major ceremonies are taking place. The town of Arromanches probably today little resembles the sleepy seaside resort town that we visited a couple of years ago, stopping on our tour for soda pop and ice cream.
I have the BBC feed on, with lovely British accents… rehashing in a scholarly way how important the invasion was, and what might have happened if the invasion had not taken place, or had failed. The power of the USA, based on our sheer amount of resources. Fortunately, one announcer remembered to include also our willingness to use same. At least, they’re not saying exactly glowing things about Montgomery.
The town of Barcelona today is sunny, and.. well… Spanish. Can’t see much from my hotel, and I’m rehydrating myself from a long flight and much beer on the plane. Must venture out the front doors soon. Buck is out doing his usual reconnaissance run. Hope he finds out where the ATMs are.
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