Cervezas La Pedriza
North of Madrid lie mountains. The city reminds me of Denver, in its position on a high plain, backed up by large-scale rocks beckoning you out of the bustle and into the hills. My love had once lived in Madrid, Read More …
That drink with each new place to level me & put me in touch with a new spot on the map
North of Madrid lie mountains. The city reminds me of Denver, in its position on a high plain, backed up by large-scale rocks beckoning you out of the bustle and into the hills. My love had once lived in Madrid, Read More …
The drive over the tracks took us up and around the mountains…just getting out of our friends’ house near the shadows of La Maroma, the grand mountain in the Sierras de Tejeda. The lady turns purple in the sunset, but Read More …
The colors of Collioure in France have drawn artists and those with any heart for a century or longer. They drew us in on the apex of a drive through Catalonia during August, and completely melted my heart. But the Read More …
You’ll forgive us if we forgot to ask for no straws. The August sun beat onto us as we stepped out onto La Rambla from our hotel in Barcelona. A quirk of planning meant we would spend the night there Read More …
It’s not the beach of our dreams, or even our memories. But it’s a strip of sand, and a breakwall, then another strip of sand, and another breakwall, and on ’til the channel that runs into the creek behind my Read More …
“C’mon over on Friday,” said the neighbor. “We should have enough in the traps by then.” It hadn’t been a brilliant year for the crabs running on the Neck, but we’d have a couple dozen by the time the weekend Read More …
It’s a bit of a puzzle to find, tucked in behind the Denbies winery on the outskirts of Dorking, Surrey…but worth it to track down the Surrey Hills Brewery taproom for a fresh taste of what they have in the Read More …
One frigid February morning, I stood with freezing feet in ill-advised loafers on the slushy ramp outside of the last string of the B concourse at the relatively new Denver International Airport. It was bleak out there, amongst the Mesa Read More …
The shoppers had run dry…in that everyone’s low-alcohol light flashed on. We’d done our best to wander through every cork-selling, port-pushing, tile-vending loja in Cascais–which was once a fishing village west of Lisbon on the Atlantic coast, but now mainly Read More …
When the bartender totaled up my purchases, he nodded with appreciation. Buenas elecciones! So proud, I felt, after a fun evening sipping from the selection of draft craft beers at BierKraft in the heart of Sevilla. We had visited before, Read More …