On the night of January 25, as I was over packing my already stuffed suitcases, it still hadn’t hit me.

Even though it rained the entire day, I could not think of a better way to spend a Saturday in southern Spain than to travel to Sevilla.

I never realized how much you can learn about someone from cooking.

It’s so easy to romanticize a history of this beautiful place.

After landing in Madrid we traveled to Toledo via bus.

Dear Friends and Family - 4,000 miles, 26 hours, and six espresso shots later, we have arrived safely in Spain.

So as many of you probably know (because I will not stop talking about it), I am going to Spain for most of the month of January.