PILGRIMAGE

The Art Department closed down during the summer, so at the end of the semester I packed my belongings into boxes and stowed them in Celeste’s basement, as though I might be gone for some years. I was ready at last to make my longed-for pilgrimage back to Spain. The only things I took with me, besides a few clothes, were a thesaurus, dictionary, and a satchel full of writing that I hoped to weave into a memoir.