NOT a food blog
Basking in the warmth of the fading summer sun in Winchester.
Walking in the rain in London, puddles of water splashing with every heavy footstep.
Inhaling the scent of wet grass and sheep droppings in Avebury.
Marvelling at the 90,000+ mobilephone wave at a Coldplay concert in Wembley as Viva La Vida thunders on.
Going 65 metres up into the towers of the Sagrada Familia to experience a most breathtaking sight that can only be inspired by a greater being.
Standing in awe at its base, and wondering about my puny yet significant existence in this universe.
Getting drenched by angry waves, and laughing at how much I look like a drowning duck.
Meeting Carlos, a film director from Mexico, again and again and again in San Sebastian because the city is only that big.
Being ecstatic with the knowledge that Robert Duvall is sitting just 10 feet away from us while we’re watching his movie, Get Low at the San Sebastian International Film Festival.
Being mistaken for a movie actor (budget movie only).
With eyes closed, listening to the melodious strumming of flamenco music at Park Güell and letting the music envelope my entire being.
Drinking cider in Reading with my brother and realising that despite the different lives we lead, we are essentially the same.
Cheering Liverpool on at the Kop end of Anfield.
Eating Dulce de leche gelato and walking hand in hand, our fingers intertwined, secure in the knowledge that we have each other.
Limping several kilometres along the beach to view The Wind Comb by Eduardo Chillida.
Taking in the colours and smells of the morning markets.
Giggling and making faces at each other at a 3-star Michelin restaurant, oblivious to our surroundings.
Making new friends – Mireia, Elena, Jose Ramon, Carlos, and many more.
Sitting by the beach at night, in silence, and thanking God for every precious moment that He has so graciously given to us.
Getting totally lost in Spain and enjoying our journey of discovery, of life, and of each other.
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Food, for me, is a means to an end and not an end in itself.
Food, for me, represents the love of family, the fellowship of friends, and the community and communality it brings.