"What would you like to do today?" I ask.
"I don't care. Anything but a Palace or Cathedral."
"I want to see the statue garden," I say.
"Sure, that's fine."
She's indifferent.
We've been in Spain for nearly two weeks. We both saved up vacation time to take this trip-working Easter and the Fourth of July when no one else would. We saved up the time, undecided on a destination. In March, two months before, Ellen had brought a copy of Time magazine home. It said Come to Espana in big black letters, and we did. Cheap, exotic, and in the sun.