Since returning (at least physically) from Spain last week, the digging out from under a heap of laundry and tasks has been daunting. Installments covering food, wine, and your next visit to the world's largest grape growing country will be forthcoming. In the meantime, a picture is worth a thousand words (but without all the blah, blah, blah.)
The Penedes winegrowing region outside Vilafranca and Sant Sadurni.
Jamon Iberico - Spain's version of prosciutto
Chardonnay symmetry at Jean Leon winery.
Winemaker Ramon from Celler Pahí in Priorat, making his case for Syrah grown on slate covered slopes. (You don't want to argue with this guy, lest he hesitate to pour you some of his incredible garnatxa blanca.)
Just another Sunday market: food, cava, people, and more people.
The proprietress of cava house Castell Sant Antoni. Killer cava, lovely people. Could've spent all day with them.
Midnight blue corduroy sports coat, blackout blade shades, and (though you can't see them) mustard yellow cotton trousers...how they pull it off we'll never know, but the Spaniards are a well-dressed people.
A typical afternoon gaze over the remnants of lunch.