It was 11:40 and the line was already snaking around the corner. This was lucky for the four of us: there’s no sign above the door and we may not have otherwise found Casa Anselma, where locals and others crowd for La Rumbla Flamenca in Sevilla. Round midnight the doors opened. Magellan joined the lineup […]
“I always decide,” I said. “Where would you like to go?” “Back to Spain,” said Magellan. A few weeks later he announced, “I’ve been emailing and talking to the people at El Celler. We’ve got a reservation for 9 pm on your birthday!”
No, me neither. Until Magellan saw them on TV in Barcelona we had no idea what castells were. On Saturday morning a few days later, we were in Poboleda, a small town in Priorat, at its annual wine festival that Magellan had read about online when we were planning our trip. “Hey, look at this,” […]
Remember the gracious, old-world manner and deportment of Stevens, the butler in the film The Remains of the Day? The kind of man who would open a door for you and say, “Please,” gesturing with his free hand that you enter ahead of him? Whenever I hear the word “Please” spoken in that context, I […]
“One cannot understand my painting without knowing Portlligat,” proclaimed Salvador Dalí.