spanish inquisition

Hola hola!!

I've spent the weekend in Valencia, Spain. Visiting my very old and dear friend, Alberto, has been a treat. The people I've come into contact with in Valencia have been nothing but exceptionally hospitable. Their generosity of spirit flows as the wine does, splashing into the decanter, kick starting the aeration process so vital to disperse the sulphur compound, releasing the fresh fruit aromas locked deep within. From the airport's passport control officers to the shop keepers, the lady on the orxata stand to the dancers from the show I was introduced to after, I was met with friendly faces, warm embraces and genuine words. What a pleasure. And it didn't stop there, home cooked meals were in abundance and created with such ease, as though everyone in Spain is a cook. The food on offer was mouth watering, moreish, almost seductive in it's effect and more so enhanced by the constant chattering of stories being shared, the explosions of laughter and the flowing juices of the grape. I watched with intrigued as the huge paella pan was set on the open fire, as the process of adding ingredients transformed a once empty pan in to a feast fit for a king. Learning the tricks of the perfect Spanish omelette, which are being put to the test this evening, a Spanish twist to tagliatelle carbonara and orxata, a sweet milk like drink made from Chufa (a root) and water were just a few of the delights of my trip.

And so, back to the vibrancy that is London town I put focus once again to the launch of the business which is fast approaching, a week from now.

Ciao ciao