I have read

Eduardo Mendoza, La aventura del tocador de señoras (2001)
Antonio Muñoz Molina, El invierno en Lisboa (1987)
Juan Goytisolo, Makbara (1980)

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I have written

'Calentando los huesos en las tumbas'. El cuerpo post-orgiástico y el ocaso del mundo mediterráneo en Makbara de Juan Goytisolo

reading Spanish literature

I'm not sure if I can call myself a great reader of Spanish literature. Although I studied it, of course, I had to pass exams in Spanish literature, starting from El Libro del Buen Amor, Celestina, Don Quijote, etc., and then Unamuno, and similar. I read quite a lot of those things in my time, but somehow it evaporated from my brain almost completely. The only author to whom I consecrated greater attention in the adult age was Juan Goytisolo, and precisely with his revolt against the Castilian rottenness, just like in La Reivindicación del conde Don Julián.

my travels in Spain

Honestly speaking, I am unable to tell how many times I travelled to Spain. It was an overexploited destination in my youth, on the way to Portugal, even if there are still many cities and regions where I have never been, such as Galicia. Overall, rather early in my life, I was in Madrid, and visited Prado. I know the south and the south east quite well, all the coast of Catalonia, as well as Andalusia. I saw the little beauties like Girona or Morella. I regret never to have been to Salamanca. But I have been relatively deep in Castilla.
Many of those travels happened before I got a digital cam; but also in some cases I lost all my photographic documentation due to neglect, not giving such a great importance to it as I do now. What remains is to exert my literary powers, try to remember and count the experience of Spain. Which is not such an easy task, precisely because I have been there so many times and it became so normal, so neutral for me.