Juicy living in the Iberian Peninsula and beyond. This time, amiga Maite invites me to el Delta del Ebro. I do remember the name Ebro, though.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011. What is in a name? The seared tuna with seaweed salad was light and fresh. Because it was served with deep-fried, spicy pot stickers, the meal was just heavy enough and filling. The lamb was okay, but not memorable. It was served with string beans and a reduction. All portion sizes were generous, but nothing was left to take home. So what is in a name? Tuesday, May 3, 2011.

8220;The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page. Monday, July 9, 2012. At first, it seemed to be all funny business, but then the stories kept on coming with similarities between them all, so you know they must be real! But here are a few pictures! .

The BEST Instant Pot Refried Beans with Onion, Garlic, and Chiles. The BEST Low-Carb Recipes Using Leftover Ham.

Friday, April 10, 2015. Baby B at 8 months. 8 months and you still seem so little to me! Though you sit on your own and do the occasional roll, not much chance of you crawling or climbing away just yet! You started solids- carrots, potatoes, peas, chicken- this month. Ummmm No Thanks! You seem to just be interested in the sweet fruits and cereal. What faces you make when we try to feed you and tightening up those lips! Tuesday, March 17, 2015. Baby B at 7 months. Baby B at 6 months. Baby B at 5 months.

Left the skyscrapers of Chicago for the olive groves of Andalucia three years ago. Monday, September 10, 2012.

Estoy de vuelta en Madrid.

Monday, September 5, 2011. Wednesday, December 22, 2010. I actually have abandoned this effort and started 2 new blogs this year. The first focuses around food and the second on the two weddings I am busy planning.

Life as a teaching assistant in Seville, Spain. December 5, 2011 - Leave a Response. On an unusually hot day for late September, I left my unbearably stuffy apartment seeking the cool breeze that had now begun to blow in the late afternoon and early evening. To myself, I began to cross the street in search of shade. In Spain, what marks .

And now it gets real. Reruns on my iPod, listening to David Bisbal.