
In Andalucia, the sun is hot, ripening the lemons and luscious olives. The distant sound of goats grazing on the hillside is comforting in its predictability. You have to understand the national obsession with ham to appreciate the seductive qualities of cured Iberian pork. This was graffiti on a stone wall outside of La Mancha:
Merche---
Si el amor que puse in ti,
Lo hubiese puesto en un gorrino,
Ahora estarĂa comiendo,
Buenas tajados de tocino.
Now that's sexy!
A plate of tapas is on the kitchen counter just waiting for the chilled pitcher of sangria and glasses to join us on the terrace. The planned escape keeps me going.