Traveling Again

In Spain, where the bottled blood orange juice from the Corte Inglese tastes like it just hopped off the tree.  Must be it doesn't ship well, like the sherry.  And speaking of which, I must see if I can find the to-die-for sherry-and-anchovy that I whiled away many a happy hour in when I was last here 18 years ago.

Meanwhile jet lag, and radio silence.