Cortijo Albari, Vera

It was 9,30pm on Friday night when plans changed and the in-laws decided to dine out. Early for a Spanish family. When asked where he wanted to go, the brother-in-law replied firmly “anywhere with good meat”. Given these instructions, I could hardly fail to recommend the Cortijo Albari in Vera. Given the time, I thought it prudent to call ahead and warn Carlos of our imminent arrival. “We’re full” was the abrupt reply to my Continue reading Cortijo Albari, Vera

On why bullfighting shouldnt’t have been stopped (in this way…)

So, it’s been a week since the controversial law was passed by the Catalunya autonomous government (generalitat), and the worst of the hysteria has died down. No, wait, it hasn’t. Still going strong. It’s even made Spain forget about the World Cup win. I thought it best to have a look at the law myself. Of course, it’s in Catalan, which I don’t speak, but anyone fluent in speaking Castellano with a French accent, and Continue reading On why bullfighting shouldnt’t have been stopped (in this way…)