Seeking a break from routine, Penny and I went to Cordoba for another look at the splendid Mezquita and an investigation into Sephardic cuisine in this centre of pre-inquisition Judaism. Eschewing the car, we decided to take the train so…
As my loyal followers will know from previous postings of a personal nature, I foolishly went to sea when I was young. Once there, I spent several years on it, in it, surrounded by it, even washing in it and…
When a famous chef, a Spanish household name, stayed at Los Castaños, I was urged to have my photograph taken with him, get his autograph, publicise the event. But, unlike other hotels who make hay with their newsworthy guests, we…
Recent guests of Los Castanos, whose visit was marred by concerns for their friends lost in Libya, sent this report which they have given me permission to reproduce here: It now all seems a distant but lovely memory of our…
First, let me hasten to say that he called himself “the crazy American”! I don’t think he is crazy at all but remarkably sane. Too few people take the chance that he took when he insisted upon coming to Los…
I know you aren´t interested in what I had for lunch yesterday. Neither am I. However, you would surely be as intrigued as I was to be offered Creaking Goat Cheese followed by Hake Supreme with Gluttony and Prawns. These…