O Parador do Santiago
To walk under the arch into the parador at Santiago de Compostela is to complete a pilgrimage even if only from your car outside the plaza. The old walls of the former hospital calm and heal you with their cool, Read More …
That drink with each new place to level me & put me in touch with a new spot on the map
To walk under the arch into the parador at Santiago de Compostela is to complete a pilgrimage even if only from your car outside the plaza. The old walls of the former hospital calm and heal you with their cool, Read More …
In the past 10 weeks I’ve crossed the Atlantic four times—twice for work and twice for family matters both sublime and deeply sad. It’s enough to make me think my frequent flyer status is due for an upgrade. But no, Read More …
I needed the mountains like oxygen…ironic, since I was already more than a mile high in Denver on that fateful Friday. My heart, already heavy from the loss of Anthony Bourdain that morning, didn’t know even worse news lay ahead: Read More …
My craft beer journey began before I knew it, having been introduced to excellent early adopters such as the Boulder Brewing Company and Flying Dog at the tail end of college. Once I found there was life beyond Coors Light, Read More …
Hunting down the ghost of a man long gone takes dedication–and fortification–and surely this was a man who would appreciate the drinks taken in his honor. The last steps of Donald Douglas (the man responsible for founding Douglas Aircraft Company Read More …
The June evening still felt warm around the edges as we turned onto Main Street in Louisville (don’t call it “Loo-ee-ville,” BTW). Finding a parking space was deceptively easy that Colorado night, given the normal state of affairs, and a Read More …
Back when I lived in Frederick, Maryland, I made happy (hoppy?) acquaintance with the Flying Dog Brewery, founded in Aspen, Colorado, with its brewery positioned in Frederick in 1994. They brew on, creating a wide range of cool beers featuring Read More …
I can’t tell you how long I’ve been opposed to cream cheese in sushi…but it’s just plain wrong. And for whatever reason, it’s a real thing in Portugal. They call it “philadelphia,” and it took me some pondering to figure Read More …
Winter ran late that year in Colorado, just like it had one last cold front to throw at us this year in Portugal. The old folks still bundled up…and I’m flashing back to 2015 when I truly grew tired of Read More …
As the first shoots of pumpkin plants come up in the our back yard, memories bring a smile to my face. For I know that in six months those promises of pumpkins waiting to be born will turn into the Read More …