Showing posts with label trips. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trips. Show all posts

Thursday, July 16, 2009

amid hilarious applause from the girl hands.*



Fantastic news this past week: I am visiting my homeland! It has been a year and a half since I have been on the shores of America, home of the free and land of the brave. I will be in New York for one week and then Santa Fe for two. I am very eager to see how things have changed or have stayed the same, and how I have changed, or not! Will they make fun of me for my Spanish accent in Santa Fe? Will I melt into a puddle of anxiety and terror upon stepping onto the madcap streets of New York? Will my friends duct tape my hands and feet together and keep me in a closet until I miss my flight back to Barcelona? Or will Swiss immigration decide that my European adventure should end?

Oh…..all the possibilities.


Wednesday, July 1, 2009

elocutionary arms*



Joy for July! It's time for me to drag my blindingly white body to the beach and cause serious second degree burns to the retinas of all who look upon me!

The photo above is from a trip last year to Cadaques, one of the most delightful little villages I have come across in Spain. With my elocutionary arms spread (well, at least virtually, it would be hard to type otherwise), I will expound upon the virtues of Cadaques in an entire post in the future.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

More bluggy drunkables?*

I have officially fallen in love with Colmado Quilez, a dangerous (to the wallet!) store I walk by almost everyday on Rambla Catalunya. Last week, I wandered in for the first time in months and came across a bottle of Loriñon, which has always been difficult for me to find. I first encountered this voluptuous wine while working at El Farol in Santa Fe, and was charmed by its name, there is something so woeful about it, forlorn…But as for a Rioja, it is one of my favorites as it has a fuller body and a bit more spice than most. The only other time I have found it was when I came to Barcelona years ago, and believe me, I searched New York high and low for it.

Today, I wandered into Colmado Quilez and tasted a high end beer produced by the Estrella Damm company. Called Inedit, they describe it as “a unique coupage of barley malt and wheat with hop, coriander, orange peel, liquorice, yeast and water. After bottling and capping, a secondary fermentation in the bottle occurs, leading to a more complex product.” Delicious, proving to me that Spain CAN make good beer.

I also discovered that they carry the La Guita label of Manzanilla, recommended to us in Carmona by an on-duty officer drinking his lunch at a local bar (yes, he was armed). The clerk was impressed by my choice and said he is a big fan. For those of you who have never tried Manzanilla, it is a type of dry sherry made in Andalusia. I think it tastes like a salty plum, and others have described flavors of chamomile (where the name originates).

Oh, and they also have every kind of delectable little tidbit of food, condiments, and accompaniments imaginable. I am intrigued and frightened by the saffron gin, you will be hearing more about that, I am sure.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Life, love, voyage round your own little world.*

Well, it has been nearly nine months now. Oops. Life here sometimes seems like an alternate reality, another world, where time has a separate existence. Everything in the U.S. seems to continue along obediently following time, whereas here, I feel like I have stepped off the wheel. It keeps spinning, but I am standing still. Yet, time passes here as well, I am now 30 years old and I have been here for nearly a year. It is cold again, the leaves are changing and falling. The Christmas lights are on. But I don't yet feel a part of this time, I still feel like I am living in somewhere in the middle.

A lot has happened in life and love in the past nine months, and I will update you all on the events as I struggle to get my blogging momentum going again! The picture below is from the catacombs in Tarragona from a trip with my parents in March.