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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, quiet depths, as they must have travelers and penitents—and kings—centuries ago. We came to Santiago…
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Post-(Apo)Calypso Cascades

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: My former brother-in-law, still family, would also count that day as his last. We wound…
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Pliny and the Fig

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, I started reading up on the movement, and soon noted rumors of the best beers…
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12 Degree & Bluegrass

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 good thing. We had friends playing bluegrass on the front stoop of 12° Brewing. After…
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Raging Bitch Revisited

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 great Bloom-County-esque label art (think Bill the Cat if he came back as a series…






