Madrid to Mingo

Oh yeah, babe…I pull the beards from fresh mussels that I purchase at the small market in San Jose, on the southern coast of Spain. I boil some water,with some white wine, and a splash of olive oil to open the shell and expose the tender creatures. Mare and I feast in...

Traveling to Trevelez

Granada does not grab us. Happy to finally find our way out of the city’s seemingly endless traffic detours, we venture onto the winding, mountain roads of the Sierra Nevada Mountain Range. We prefer driving through the largest national park in Spain more so than the...

John and Yoko Marry in Gilbraltar

While Mare’s stomach heals for one more day in Tarifa, I walk the streets. The fresh sea breeze delights me and I wonder why I feel so good. Quickly, I realize that my favorite experience in Morocco, camel-camping in the desert, and staying at the Merzouga Guest...

I Can See Africa From My House

After a fast train drops us in Seville, Spain, I walk past a barber shop. It’s on…that darn song…sticking in my head for the two days we spend here. “I’m the Barber of Seville,” plays repeatedly in my mind, making me nuts…not from the opera, but from Bugs Bunny...

Poor Pleasure Pilgrims

We drive the well-paved, mountain roads through Basque Country, en route to the fabulous city of San Sebastian, along the northern Spanish coastline. Cool wind and winding roads lead us to city central. We check the price at a hotel overlooking the ocean, and learn...