Spain is a land caught between the old and the new in a struggle that defines the nation, the people and it's landscape. The ancient towers, Roman walls, and Phoenecian monuments stand in the same space with ultra-modern bridges and buildings. The gypsy's wagon wakes it's way slowly across the fields, scarcely a blur from the windows of a high-speed train.

Other change happens more quietly, behind the thick, cool, whitewashed walls of homes. The son that wants to go to the university, instead of being a part of his father's business. The daughter that wants to move to a different town, where mother and grandmother cannot visit without difficulty. The father, wrestling with unemployment, wishing for a field of olive trees to tend, while his wife talks about the possibility of opening up a little business in that now-vacant storefront down the street.

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