Vime Tierra Mar Golf
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... my art, my food,
my humor, my love. I want to feel competent, I want to cook in peace. Even the
meals I cobble together (from sub-par ingredients gotten hastily at the conventional
grocery store while my ride waits impatiently outside) turn out to have
complexity and nourishment, which surprises me, though it shouldn’t, as they
are made with the utmost of love and mindfulness. With a little pickle on the
... wouldn't let me leave my bags with them, because it was against the rules. And when I got in cars, everyone told me to put on my seatbelt even before I'd had the time to do it.
South of Ciudad Real in La Mancha, I entered the southernmost region of Spain, a.k.a. Andalucia. This land was famous for throwing crazy, town-wide parties. I hadn't expected such rigidity in a land of partiers!
A family-owned ...
"Oh my god, this hotel is only 300 Euro a night. We have to book it."
I travel halfway around the world, far far away from Santa Clara, and of course my neighbor is from Santa Clara. I mean, we're talking 673 other people that my neighbor could have possibly been. She was talking to her roommate about a hotel she’d found in Barcelona that was knocked down to 300 from 500 Euro a night. Geeze guys, what a deal.
Shannon and I are heading ...
... run in 2 months and actually enjoyed it! She was gone and back before I had really got out of bed. She has watched the sunrise from the promenade and had checked out more of Sanlucar de Fronteria than we had seen yesterday.
The rain started just as we were having breakfast and in hindsight should have just lobbed up to McDonalds and used their free wifi to catch up on emails. Instead we drove to Jerez. ...
... seem to convey how it felt...) Sadly, thirty million rich American neocon intellectuals had arrived about ten minutes before we did and booked up the entire place for three nights. This was becoming an irritating habit, so we sloped off sulkily with our wee tatty backpacks cursing the heathen Americans and the evil duchess and vowing never to set foot in the gorgeous house again. Except for breakfast the next morning... INstead we spent 15 euros a head ...