Bite Me, Café Aviz in Porto
It might not be the sort of establishment you’d head to for a special meal, but settling into a seat at the Café Aviz in Porto is like slipping on a… […]
It might not be the sort of establishment you’d head to for a special meal, but settling into a seat at the Café Aviz in Porto is like slipping on a… […]
Not all vineyards weave as potent a magic spell; it requires a delicious mix of ingredients and Raül Bobet’s Castell d’Encus near Tremp has them by the fairy dust load. […]
Not so much a case of ‘eat me’ but ‘meat me’ at this wonderfully quirky shrine to Asturian cuisine outside of Oviedo. […]
Don Manuel removes the cap from a bottle of Reserva 10 Años (10 Years Reserve) and pours two shots. I’m expecting to judder but the rum slips smoothly down my throat, warming and comforting. […]
We recently bought some chillies in a Spanish supermarket with the most brilliant name; they were called puta la madre chillies. […]
My second attempt in a zillion years at mastering a two-wheeled mean machine (i.e. scooter) resulted in as much humiliation as my first did when I was eighteen. […]
On the seafront side, La Placeta’s 18the century façade forms part of one of the biggest attractions of La Palma’s capital, Los Balcones… […]
“The vines represent a connection to everything about our home and our history,” says Victoria. “Through them we are connected to the soil, the sea, the volcanic slopes and to our ancestors. The wine is a living embodiment of that bond.” […]
The pastel coloured apartments that make up Las Olas are pleasing to the eye and the low-rise complex allows views to the verdant hills behind… […]
This is exactly how I imagined a cigar rolling factory might look. It’s downtown Havana in rural La Palma. […]
There is never any substitute for the mass of experience and knowledge about a place that is stored in the memories of those for whom a destination is their home and their livelihood… […]
The previous day we’d trekked the hot and steamy Caldera de Taburiente; this route to the Marcos Y Cordero springs was a different animal altogether… […]
It’s the sort of place you dream about on cold, wet, dark winter afternoons when you’ve forgotten what it feels like to have the sun on your skin… […]
On one street alone I’ve spotted naked people, cockerel carrying men, a mermaid, a mythical island and Jean Paul Gautier type sailors. […]
I emerge from behind a rock face to see him sitting, cross-legged on top of a basalt boulder ahead of me, his expressionless face watching… […]
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