I had my first vermouth Cal Pep, a perfect example of an old-fashioned bodega where a little oak barrel at the end of the bar has a spigot ready to dispense ‘vermut’. Although Pep doesn’t sleep upstairs anymore, it certainly feels like a place that hasn’t changed in years, just added more layers of dust and old posters to the dark wooden walls.
As I manoeuvred the bus-like rental car through the narrow Roman streets of Tiana, I was so thankful Anna insisted she led the way. Indicating left into an even narrower dirt road, with no signage or lighting, I was glad I let manners win over independence.
The Alhambra, located in the Andalucían city of Granada, was once home to the ruling Emirs in Spain, and it was for them most of the Moorish-style additions were made. The flourishes, arches and curves inspired by Arabic writing influence every structure and space; Islamic architecture at its best.
Glimmering before me, water seems to dance along the path like fireflies fluttering in the evening twilight. Light forces its way through arches creating reflections of their casted shadows. I am caught in a trance, transfixed by this unique architecture surrounding me; Moorish influenced with splashes of Spanish styles throughout.