Imagine a hilltop town, blindingly white cubist architecture, a labyrinth of narrow streets under skies blue as lapis lazuli. Did you think you were in Greece? That’s how we felt when we arrived one Sunday afternoon at Vejer de la Frontera, a pueblo blanco in Andalusia.
It was July 1, 1967, Canada’s 100th birthday. The Terrace Gardens at Waskesiu in Prince Albert National Park. “Look at the cute guy in the siwash sweater,” said my friend Chon. “Hey, he’s coming over here. And I bet he’s going to ask you to dance,” she said. Given “he” was Magellan, you can see […]
The other day I was seeding a pomegranate, such a sensual fruit with its ruby-red arils clustered together. It got me thinking about Granada, the Spanish city whose name comes from a combination of Arabic words meaning word pomegranate and hill of strangers. The main reason tourists go to Granada is to see the Alhambra, […]
“Since the time of the Inquisition, what started off in Spain as “mandatory” pork consumption (under the threat of death) has evolved into a true passion.” This quote comes from a Food Network documentary that Magellan and I highly recommend (for those of you going to Spain, considering Spain or thinking about pork for dinner […]
Local knowledge. It wasn’t listed in the New York Times 36 Hours in Tulum. We hadn’t heard about it from friends who’d been to Tulum. It didn’t screen surface on any of our Google searches, even though it’s been around since 2004. But on our first morning at Casa de las Olas when we were […]