Take the Ashtray -- Please!
I confess that some of my favorite glass dishes were once
hotel ashtrays. But traveling in Spain I had a slightly different
experience. My companion and I had checked out of a small hotel in
Ubeda, a town between Toledo and Grenada, and had just walked out the
door ready to be on our way, when the proprietor came running out
after us, waving an ashtray, and pressing it on us. Maybe because it
was the off season, he was hoping we'd spread the word, but that
moment has lasted in my memory, among many from that trip. The ashtray
sits on my dresser--I use it to hold earrings, and looking at it also
brings back a lot of memories. Little souvenirs can be wonderful
things.
--Caryn
P.S. Great show!!!!!
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