And now: a note on Anthony Bourdain.

Llueve en el canal La corriente enseña el camino Hacia el mar Todos duermen ya   Dejarse llevar suena demasiado bien Jugar al azar Nunca saber dónde puedes terminar O empazar –Vetusta Morla, “Copenhague” The Sunday morning we were in San Sebastian dawned grey and cloudy, but not rainy, and while I missed the brilliant…

La cuina de Catalunya: a dinner at Dos Pebrots.

Our first day in Barcelona was pretty great; the flight over was relatively painless and we were able to get our bags fairly quickly after clearing customs. (I’d also like to mention that they actually stamp your passport with your visa here, which is not as common as it once was.) We were out and…

Imatges/ Irudiak de Espanya/ Espainiako, a beginning of sorts.

Prior to last week, it had been four years since I’ve been in Spain, or really traveled abroad anywhere; I’m not sure what happened, except that in 2016 we just never got around to putting something together and life simply got int the way the other times. Since this October marks our tenth anniversary, we…

Images from Pennsylvania, Centralia edition.

If you follow me on Instagram, you’ll know that recently we spent some time wandering around Centralia, PA. One of our close friends from college was visiting us and the three of us were en route up to the Wilkes-Barre area for a little reunion with the rest of our gang from the St. Joe’s…