OK, so we weren't really fleeing Andalucía—in fact, I didn't even realize we were out of the province until David pointed it out. However, our trip to Murcia was indeed our first venture outside Andalucía since we arrived in Seville last November.
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The roasty Andalusian summer that the locals have been warning us about for months is finally upon us. Temps have been in the 90s since last week, and we're bracing ourselves for two months of the same or worse. We're drinking gallons of iced tea—I'm off to the "100 Pesetas" (i.e., 99 Cents) store later today to get some more ice-cube trays—and subsisting mainly on salads. I'm also planning to pick up a blender so I can start making gazpacho, which folks in these parts guzzle like lemonade in the summertime, and my new favorite Spanish dish, salmorejo. This delightful chilled soup—made of pureed tomatoes, garlic, bread
and olive oil and topped with chopped boiled egg and serrano ham—is
one of the culinary specialties of Córdoba, where we spent a few days
last week.
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A week ago we wrapped up a marathon 17-day family visit—first with David's mom Dolores and sister Nora, and then with my mom, brother Colin and his wife Tiffany. In fact, Dolores' departing flight was on the evening of the day that my folks arrived, so the Polidors and Curiels got to enjoy a lunch out together. (Thanks, families—we had a terrific time and we miss you already!)
My family flew in and out of, and Dolores also departed from, Málaga, Andalucía's second-largest city, less than two hours from Granada. Because it's on the coast, near a long stretch of beachfront vacation megaplexes popular with sun-hungry northern Europeans—the European equivalent to Florida—Málaga brings in lots of cheap flights. (Those of you thinking about paying us a visit: hint hint!) For David and I, this provided a nice opportunity to explore a new place.
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