How can we have been strangers for so long to a pisco sour—now our favourite cocktail? Why didn’t we discover it before we became jubilados, destined to drink mostly wine?
“One cannot understand my painting without knowing Portlligat,” proclaimed Salvador Dalí.
After years of driving, I got my first speeding ticket, sort of, while driving in France. We’ve driven extensively in Europe and we’ve noticed that speeding enforcement in France and Spain has made driving safer, predictable and enjoyable, particularly for a foreigner on vacation.
Seductive. Romantic. Alluring. That’s how Sevilla is described in every guidebook. And it’s true. For a week, this fascinating city kept Magellan and I and our friends Pat and Dallas under her charismatic spell. The Alcázar. The Cathedral. A flamenco concert. Triana’s market, ceramics and nightlife. The Antiqvarivm de Sevilla. We expected to love all […]
Upright. Straight. The walls of our long, narrow, country tunnel north to south whitened by Pacific waves and the Snowy Andes— the wall we share with you, our neighbour. Your chest curves, colours bursting from your graffitied walls, toes, hot from dancing, tango in seas Magellan sailed, your smile endless. Will paint run between you […]