Tapas Time
Fried calamari pieces with anchovy stuffed olivesSeeing as this is something of a food blog, I thought it about time to write something about the food in Spain. Tapas is a great invention of the Spanish and I think it's right up there with discovering fire or the wheel and stuff. I mean, you go into a bar for a drink and get full-on food. Five drinks and you don't need supper anymore. You are also paralytic, but hey, what I don't do for this blog.
Epiphany to us and Christmas to the Spanish
It's 25°C on January 6th, 2013, and I'm sitting here in Maro southern Spain unable to believe my luck. The sky is the most amazing blue and we've just gotten back from a walk to the beach where I sat in my bra in the sunshine. There were some rudey nudeys on the beach, both male and female, but I opted to keep my big sports bra on, thank you very much.Crompton´s At the Olive Branch
If you want to find this restaurant, just look for the “split testicle”, said my uncle. I don't actually think that that was the artists original idea, but now I can't look at it and see the Cosmic shape that it's supposed to be. Beautiful it is. It is in honor of Percy Bysshe Shelley, a romantic poet who was born in this very town of Horsham, and who died in the Kingdom of Sardinia (later Italy). I am so smart.