The Road to Pueblo Blanco
A Semi-autobiographical Travel Book
by David Frost
A
dream lured me to Spain, most of all the white towns – los pueblos
blancos – clusters of sun-blanched houses hanging on the
mountainsides, olive groves, orange trees, herds of goats grazing the
rocky slopes.
The
road to my particular Pueblo Blanco wasn’t straightforward.
Sometimes during my journeying I wondered why someone well into
middle age should have set out to earn a living teaching English in a
strange land, with minimal training and experience and a still
inadequate grasp of Spanish.
But
eventually I found my white town.
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