A week in Spain
For a single week - Iberico ham sandwiched between our time in Brighton and China - we traversed the north-central terrain of Spain by car. We had the rare treat of being a troupe of three traveling monkeys: Dan, Matt and myself. After two days of exploring Madrid, we traveled north into the La Rioja wine region, enjoying a tapas crawl of boquerones, venison and deep-fried mushrooms in Logroño.
From there we headed east, following the desert laid bare beneath the Sierras. We climbed into the foothills of the Pyrenees and spent a night in a rustic little cabin, enjoying the crisp, fresh air. From there we angled towards Spain's rugged Costa Brava, ending up in the tippy top in the artsy white-washed town of Cadaqués. Beyond a nature reserve, beyond the town, at the far reaches of the ocean we dined on a whole roasted fish and swam in inlets molded by volcanic rock with views of France.
Then we finally made our way into Barcelona and spent two days roaming the cultural capital. The trip was all made possible by lots of Spanish Rioja, Iberico ham and little fishes. In fact, I think the only real meal we stopped to savor was a delicious, late-night paella in Cadaqués. I'm sure this is not the last word in our troupe of three!