When living in Spain, July and August mark the time of year that I patently hate as everything grinds to a halt–doubly so when there are the now annual strikes at the airport. While August afforded me the chance to hop up to the Faroes for a much-needed trip on far-northern shores (great place for outdoor tourism btw), July saw me ensconced in the village while the editor of this publication was away on a work assignment. Time in a small Iberian village cast adrift in a wine region with […]
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