More Pintxos and More in San Sebastián
Instead of pintxos, we actually had a meal for lunch yesterday the Parte Vieja (Old Part) of San Sebastián. The restaurant was called Ubarrechena and, according to the big blackboard … Read more
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San Sebastián, City of Pintxos
Since it’s winter here, we didn’t come to San Sebastián for the beaches, like most Spaniards and French do. We came for the food. All of the Basque Country of … Read more
Asador Etxebarri: The Best Meal of My Life
Eating at Asador Etxebarri restaurant and meeting the genius Chef Victor Arguinzoniz. The absolute highlight of our lifetime quest to eat ourselves silly at one of the best restaurants in the world.
What to do in Sintra, Portugal, Other than Eat Pastries
I went to Sintra, too, but I’m not going to be able to improve on Byron’s ode to it’s beauty. Poor, paltry slaves! yet born ‘midst noblest scenes— Why, Nature, … Read more
One Night in Lisbon, In Which we Eat and Listen to Fado
Probably the first thing you’ll notice about Lisbon, if you’ve just come from Madrid as we had, is that the heat is just as impressive. Except, that unlike the dry … Read more
Bangkok: 8 Things in 8 Days
I don’t know why I picked eight things to tell you about Bangkok. It’s an arbitrary number, I know. But, I’ve heard that eight is generally regarded as a lucky number in Asia. I was in Bangkok for eight days. That might have something to do with it, but I don’t like to read too much into these things.
The Two Most Important Things About Chiang Mai
For those who have never had a Thai massage, you’re in for something different. In contrast to the soothing, along-the-line-of-the-muscle Swedish style prevalent in the US, the Thais believe that they should rub hard across the grain of the muscle. This has the effect of stretching your connective tissues, such as tendons and ligaments, in directions they’ve probably never been in before. Honestly, it hurts. But, after it’s over, you’ll ask yourself why the hell haven’t I been doing this all my life?
A Few Days in Medellin, Colombia
When I told an Ecuadorian friend that I was going to Medellín, Colombia for a week, she told me that she would never go to Medellín, because, “I’m afraid.”