I've just returned from a week in Iberia (Spain, Gibraltar, Portugal) performing and meeting with local Sephardic communities. But it was walking down the streets of my ancestors that impacted me the most. I could feel their presence along the cobble stoned streets, the medieval arches that crowned the Jewish neighborhoods, and the hidden markers on doorposts that signified a secret Jewish family residing therein. Today, there are signs along roads to show where Jewish life once thrived-- "Sefarad," we see you! We remember you.