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?
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 […]
Getting dressed up for dinner at a restaurant has never been our Valentine’s Day date. Harried wait staff, set menus and inflated prices were the usual reasons. One of the best Valentine’s Days Magellan and I celebrated was the year we invited two other couples over for a romantic dinner.
“I was wondering if you two would be interested in going on some sort of small getaway—maybe two nights on a gulf island, or Salt Spring? Just something small where we could go to a café/do a little hike/play Scrabble/I could have a West Coast experience before heading East,” read Clare’s email late last August. […]
“Mom, when you die I’m not going through all those file cabinets of travel articles in your garage,” Lynn (an “only”) told me one day years ago when we were sorting through stuff before moving. Fair enough. But consider two articles, “The Grilling Genius of Spain” and “Smoke and Miracles.” Without them, how would […]