A year ago today Doñana came my way. A National Park in southern Spain that is internationally acclaimed among ornithologists houses a familial community of ecologists, conservationists and passionate cooks. During my tenure at El Palacio in Doñana I caught glimpses of migrating Kites, flocks of flamingos colored like a tye dye T-shirt, sweeping White Storks, ugly gallipatos (but never the elusive Iberian Lynx…), and a Spain from an earlier time, when each morning the family would banter about whatever over cafe and tostadas and maybe a chupito de vino dulce, in the cocina where the fireplace endlessly flared, and when men still mounted horses to traverse infinite marshlands and when on any given Sunday a barbeque would be stoked to roast the ribs a newly sacrificed cerdo. Doñana is a sanctuary of wildlife and traditional andalucian Spain. May the two be eternally preserved.