In Spain, as we drove north from Burgos to Santillana del Mar grand windmills appeared, dancing in the distance. When Steve and I drive the open roads in foreign countries we are enchanted whenever we spot wind turbines. They are powerful sources of clean energy and Spain and Portugal, France and Greece have managed to integrate them into the landscape so that complete offensive sadness doesn’t descend upon me when I see them. It is not like the rape I feel in New York City with every tenement building, with its massive ceilings and windows and thick brick walls of unparallelled quality, is torn down for a paper thin glass box. Anyway back to the turbines blowing in the wind and shrouded by the heavy fog. It was quite beautiful.
