This week I am facing one of the good, right and hard aspects of travel: an unfamiliar culture is making me face my bias, my…
If you’re contemplating an extended overseas adventure, then you’ve probably already asked yourself: What will I do with my phone? Before we give either cut-to-the-chase…
At the intersection of Calle de Pelayo and Calle de Fruela where old town Oviedo meets new town, you are greeted the instant you set…
I love gin. I love gin and tonic. The Spanish love gin and tonic even more than I do. As a person raised where juniper trees…
Galicia, like Portland, is known for its wet weather but the skies are blue and spring is in the air when we arrive in A…
My spouse loves fire. She lights our dinner table with candles (Back in the days when we had a house and a dinner table. And…
Chris is holed up in our hotel room, his laptop open, his left foot elevated above his heart. We have been catering in. The Galician…
Tentale #1: Where do we eat octopus? Galicia. The Galicans are mad for octopus and other Spaniards travel to Spain’s northwest corner just to eat the…
“Nobody goes to bed in Madrid until they have killed the night.” Ernest Hemingway, Death in the Afternoon Travel-weary from an intercontinental ferry across the…
Our feet touch Spanish soil in Algeciras. Dusk is upon us when we debark and the dark is nearly complete by the time we’re out…
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