Saturday, November 1, 2014


Today, our Spanish Adventures with our favorite Irishfolk came to a close! L

For those of you who don't know, Reece and I met Dave and Helen on the island of Zanzibar in Tanzania. We've safari-ed in the Serengeti together. We were visiting them in Ireland when we got engaged. They came to see us in California and we took them to Burning Man. And this week, we checked off the fourth country we've explored together.

Yet another best time ever. Let's make sure two years don't pass before we do it again!


Friday, October 31, 2014

Pintxo Pote: Spanish for “my culinary dream come true”

2 Euros
1 glass of wine
1 pintxo (Basque tapas)

Yes. You read that right. Every Thursday night, a collection of local bars in San Sebastian take part in “Pintxo Pote”, a promotion where they offer a glass of wine and a tapa(s?) of your choice for 2 measly Euros. Delicious pours of local Rioja or crisp Rosé. Delectable small plates of patatas bravas or paella or saucy meatballs or tortilla española or crab crostinis or croquettes or jamon y queso. Bands playing in the street. Outdoor tables lining the sidewalks. Locals meandering from bar to bar until the wee hours. Leave the house with 10 bucks in your pocket - come home full and drunk. And that’s exactly what we did.

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Road Triiiip

An unexpected view from a surprise hostel balcony.
A to-die-for underground beer cellar.
Bottomless bottles of rosé at an old school Italian restaurant run by an even older school DJ.
Giant black bulls popping up in the middle of nowhere.
Bare bums at an ancient cathedral.
Wine, wine and more wine.
Home cooked meals.
City sign acrobatics.
Empty bodegas.

The road trip with our favorite Irishfolk has come to a close, in beautiful San Sebastian! For pics of the trip, click HERE. I'll be over here eating copious amounts of tapas.

Just your everyday Spanish domestic goddess... her village, hanging her family's clothes out on the line, while everybody else takes a siesta.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Rioja, Spain

Ah, Rioja. Rolling hills, sunkissed vineyards, some of the world’s best wines since way back in Roman times. And home to more “cerrado” signs than you can shake a stick at.

Blame the winter season. Blame siestas. We couldn’t do any wine tasting here to save our lives. We strolled the picturesque little towns with their cobblestone streets and quaint plazas and stunning churches and adorable bodegas. Closed closed closed. Not another soul in sight. It was like the zombie apocalypse of wine tasting.

Hello? Anybody there?
Knock knock! Yoo-hoooo?

We eventually made our way to an area of condensed wineries that were reputed to be open from 4-7pm. There we were met with a mix of “by appointment only”, “highly overpriced”, and “remarkably rude”. And one guy who nearly drowned us in enthusiastic pours of cold, terrible red wine from a label-free bottle. Finally, we stepped in to Gómez Cruzado and were greeted by a friendly knowledgeable guy and a delicious sample of wines. Just minutes before the town came to a close, along with our time in Rioja.

At least the view from our airbnb was stunning.