The first night in San Sebastián (Guipúzcoa,) where I had arrived at the age of 20 to start my year abroad from university, had been an orgy of cheap wine, pintxos and music by Santana. This had led to the worst hangover of my life.
Well, it took nearly 60 years but I made it in the end! When I was born in 1950 I didn’t yet know that Spain was my destiny; when I was 17 I didn’t know that Spain was my destiny either. But by the age of 20, I knew.