I can still taste this pear, purchased at the central market in Málaga. We asked the vendor for fruit that could be eaten that same day, and he sold us two wonderful pieces. I remember sitting in a park not far from Picasso’s birthplace and eating this pear, so juicy that it dripped all over my hands and attracted every single bee within a ten-mile radius. I’m not complaining.
November 13, 2019
Once a thriving port and trading center, now a thriving tourist destination. Picasso was born here...and fled as soon as he was able. That has not stopped the city from establishing a Picasso museum, filled with paintings and sculpture mostly from his family. When we visited the museum three years ago, they made me check my pocket-sized camera AND offered me an unsolicited senior discount on admission. The nerve! No wonder Pablo P skipped town pronto.
November 12, 2019
I’m told that signs like these appear in butcher shops throughout Spain the day after a bullfight. In case you see one, you can take advantage of the offer to come enjoy the bull’s tail meat for only three euros. (All best wishes to my pal Eileen who married her pal David on this date. I know there will not be bull tail meat served at the wedding. Eileen doesn’t like meat. “It’s a texture thing,” she explains.)
November 11, 2019
Nope, it’s not the Sydney Opera House. Just a stack of cafe chairs we passed on our stroll through this Southern Spanish town. What a wonderfully odd mix of cultural opposites we found here. Bright, modern glass buildings right next to a toy store surprisingly named “The Virgin of Sorrows.”
November 10, 2019
Of course we’d find paella here in the Spanish town that’s famous for it. On offer, three kinds (of many) to choose from. These were being sold in Valencia’s central market, a lovely collection of stalls and vendors housed in a beautiful, stained-glass structure. And not far away, a reputedly good flea market every Sunday.
November 9, 2019
We found ourselves with an extra day in Barcelona, so we took a day trip to Mallorca (20 minutes by plane) and found the hotel where Jay and his family lived when he was a little boy. Of course, the hotel has been renovated since that time (and so has Jay), but the location is the same.
November 8, 2019
I love the street life in Europe. In Barcelona, it’s especially wonderful. Especially for a tourist trying not to stay cooped up in a small hotel room. As the sun sets, the streets come alive. Kids kick soccer balls in alleyways or parks. People wander from one tapas bar to another. Or play guitars in plazas. Or window-shop. Or do nothing at all beside stroll. Nice.