today we drove down the coast of spain from barcelona. my body knew we were going south, but the water was on my left... silly disorienting mediterranean.
Stopping in Valencia, home of paella, then down to Denia, where we are now. We saw lightening striking the sea, beautiful, but the water wasn't calm. Amazing clouds... the start of a good evening.
Meeting up with davel's friends who we are staying with, that I met before in August when they visited sf, we set off for dinner with the whole group of people I didn't know... tapas. in fact, the best tapas I'd had in spain - it was like eating with a huge family. tiny clams, mussels, pork, bread, wine from spain, sausage, whole peppers, just... amazing food. I even got davel to eat one clam and one mussel... but I ate PILES. Goodbye kisses and we go to drink more local spanish alcohol at the home of our host's brother... perfect.
Tomorrow, they said they will make us a homemade paella.... oh. man.
So far, I loved paris for the food, the refinement, the monuments, the architecture, the fashion, the style... but I love the people in spain, the warmth and the language and their integration of food into living, loving, getting together.... it's not about impressing others with your food, it's about coming together over something we have to do, but can choose to do in good company and with good, maybe not beautiful, but awesome eats.
oh, and we walked by the bull fighting ring. I sorta want to see it - even though I know it's horrible, torturous, and bloody. 1. it's culture, maye I don't agree, but it's culture. 2. who knows, maybe the guy will get mauled and we'd all be happy! (especially the bull who will get a lifetime of sperm collection!)
Stopping in Valencia, home of paella, then down to Denia, where we are now. We saw lightening striking the sea, beautiful, but the water wasn't calm. Amazing clouds... the start of a good evening.
Meeting up with davel's friends who we are staying with, that I met before in August when they visited sf, we set off for dinner with the whole group of people I didn't know... tapas. in fact, the best tapas I'd had in spain - it was like eating with a huge family. tiny clams, mussels, pork, bread, wine from spain, sausage, whole peppers, just... amazing food. I even got davel to eat one clam and one mussel... but I ate PILES. Goodbye kisses and we go to drink more local spanish alcohol at the home of our host's brother... perfect.
Tomorrow, they said they will make us a homemade paella.... oh. man.
So far, I loved paris for the food, the refinement, the monuments, the architecture, the fashion, the style... but I love the people in spain, the warmth and the language and their integration of food into living, loving, getting together.... it's not about impressing others with your food, it's about coming together over something we have to do, but can choose to do in good company and with good, maybe not beautiful, but awesome eats.
oh, and we walked by the bull fighting ring. I sorta want to see it - even though I know it's horrible, torturous, and bloody. 1. it's culture, maye I don't agree, but it's culture. 2. who knows, maybe the guy will get mauled and we'd all be happy! (especially the bull who will get a lifetime of sperm collection!)
homemade paella...oy!
i heard the food in barcelona is not so hot. but i can only imagine the richness of the goodies in paris.
have a wonderful trip, or whats left of it!!