I returned to Spain briefly in 1969 as a young photographer, looking for evidence of the images that had burned themselves into my memory. I didn't even take a guitar -- big mistake. Diego was on a rare trip away from Morón, so I didn't get the chance to see him again. Fernandillo had died in a freak car accident and not much music was happening. I visited Chris Carnes in Sevilla and the two of us traveled to Lebrija, saw Pedro Peña and kicked back for a week. I drifted further south, visiting friends along the way.
I returned to Los Angeles via New York, somewhat disappointed, not having accomplished my photographic goals and not having been able to re-live the experience I had had in Morón. The trip was transitional for me. I returned to Andalucía 33 years later.