Tarifa sits at the very southern tip of Spain, and of continental Europe. Kitesurfers from around the world come here to ride the warm, strong Levante winds, which are accelerated by the Straits of Gibraltar. Africa, seen in the background, is only 14 kilometers away. (Click on image for larger view.) Photo ©Mike Randolph
Beach season is here. For a look at this beach at a different time of day (and a different time of year), click here. Photo ©Mike Randolph
At low tide on a foggy afternoon in Cadiz, a fisherman walks past stranded boats on the beach of La Caleta. Cadiz, the oldest city in Europe, was founded in 1104 B.C. by Phoenician sailors. It sits on the end of a bulbous peninsula of land that juts out into the Atlantic to form one of the best Continue Reading →
A tortillita de camarón is one of my favorite things to eat in Andalusia, but deciding whether or not to order one is a decision that I tend to weigh carefully. To the dismay of my eating companions, this process can take some time. It’s not whether or not I want one, because invariably I do, and usually more than one. But I’d rather not have a bad tortillita, and sadly, they’re more common than good ones.
Of course, that doesn’t mean I won’t eat a so-called bad one, because I have done so and I think it’s safe to say that I have not had my last. Bad ones, by my criteria, are Continue Reading →
