Asleep in the Hollow

Shades of the past 

And of things to come

Sleepy Hollow

Hallowed sleep.

From Here to There

Dreams Do Come True

Change can be rapid. Catch your breath; it is here.

From here . . .

To here . . .

To here . . .

A dream comes true.

Aha Azahar!!

It is Tuesday, full of cool winds and peopled streets. La Eslava and its off-menu tapas beckon. A glass of Ribera del Duero first. What next? Delicias waft past, too quickly to identify. A chalkboard menu flirts with possibilities. Outside, the camarero trails an eager appetite; an outstretched hand points to this, to that. 


Inside, a back-lit English voice suggests costillos con miel. Conversation follows--short histories, reasons for being in Spain, business cards. A downward glance reveals one more delicia: azahar-sevilla! Face, voice, person to a much read blog on things sevillano. ¡Fortuito!


An elusive morsel, fate reveals contents and flavors, slowly, richly.  ¡Buen provecho!