It's true, you can still find places serving all-day fry-ups with a large brandy on the side at the bottom of a Franco-era tower block that could give the Barbican lessons in concrete brutalism
At seven, I'd never been in a restaurant, thought rice was exclusively for pudding and understood dinner to mean a meal eaten at lunch time, that always involved potatoes
I've belatedly got round to posting a story about my adventures in the hotel business which I did for CNN Travel earlier this year (2020), at the height of the Covid-19 lockdown. You can read it on their website using the link below. I've also copied it below in case they take it down. I … Continue reading My Basil Fawlty years: a cautionary tale
Why I have recanted my views on Spanish food, and about kids and ketchup
Our last visit in Zaragoza is to a supermarket; stocking up on snacks for a longish drive to Puerto de Sagunto, a destination we've chosen using a family friendly algorithm which calculates the optimum next point at which parents can have lunch with wine. It is easy to forget how fascinating children find the world … Continue reading A Winter Trip to Spain, Day 8: You’re perfectly capable of wiping Jamesie’s bottom Daddy!
We've finally made it to Spain, albeit only on a day-trip from Biarritz to the interior of the Basque country. We'll learn tomorrow if our limping Volvo's woes are terminal or only financially ruinous. Meanwhile, it's raining when we get to the town of Tolosa, and I'm reminded that the nice big National Trust umbrella … Continue reading A Winter Trip to Spain Day 5 Part II: Food and Mood in the Basque Country
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