The view was breathtaking — until the sun set, leaving us alone with a guide we didn’t know
It was late afternoon when I caught up with Sharon in the hotel bar. She was the roommate assigned to me by the travel company that ran my 1974 trip to Spain and Portugal. A teacher from New Jersey, she was older than me by 15 years, and, I thought, more worldly wise.
She was chatting with a man whom she introduced as Robert, a fellow American. “He’s an archeologist,” she told me. “He’s working on an old castle that’s not yet open to the public. Want to ride out with us and take a look?”