Late September Spanish summer. Hot days, cool nights. Late nights. A different world where dinner doesn't begin until long after the sun has set. Where everything closes in the late afternoons. Where meals seem to be mostly meat and wine. A culture that is uncompromising, unapologetic The character, undeniable.
Alquézar, turquoise, red, brown, green. A medieval village on a hill. Pomegrante trees, wild. Window boxes overflowing. Hiking through the canyons, Pasarelas del Vero. The feeling of the sun in late September. The air was so fresh; it was palpable. The gazpacho was the most rich that I've ever tasted. __ We toured a winery outside [...]
This city. This summer. The sun shone bright every day. The boats jammed the river; the people filled the streets; the blankets covered the entirety of the park. Riding my worn-out bike home from the river at dusk with a bag of books, an empty wine bottle, and the remaining strawberries - that will always [...]
"Dear old Sandringham, the place I love better than anywhere else in the world." - King George V The Queen's Norfolk country estate. The place she spends every Christimas. The place her father died. So much history. Trespassing on a private life. The grounds, the halls, the stables; they all have so much to say. ___ [...]
Suffolk Coast, countryside. Grey sky. A sleepy fishing village, Orford, where children hang from the pier dangling nets, reaching for crabs. Sailboats and seagulls. Bells on boats. A seafood shack and a sailing club. We walked along the green ness, sinking feet in the mud, the skyline broken by the single, solitary lighthouse that pierced [...]
Finally made it to Bury, the quaint, little English town in which so many of our American friends in England opt to live. I didn't expect it to be so busy - a bustling, lively town square, packed restaurants, challenging parking. Charm, color, character. And yes, across from it all, the Abbey Gardens, the old [...]