OLIVES AND EDIBLE PETALS

 "It was wonderful two years ago: all I had to do was to close my eyes and my head would start buzzing like a bee-hive. I could recapture the taste of kouskouss, the smell  of olive oil which fills the streets of Burgos at noon, the scent of fennel floating through the Tetuan streets, the...

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WHEELED WITH THE STARS

 Postre is dessert in Spanish-Argentinian. Posterity are descendants in the nomenclature intended to pass on to thee. My late mother used to say that prosperity comes in round shape and I should never forget to put them on the dining table in anticipation of a jubilee. Golden coins of milk chocolate...

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A NIGHT OUT

          In Lahaina the art galleries on Front St. are impressive curations on set and the for-tourists food hold their own, one can juxtapose the two activities together and come out with a good time on a Friday night with a friend. There was an original Dali for 4.2...

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INNER HARBOR

Hidden, as a violet wedged, Humbly amid the moss, it breathes, Still with love that leaves, Along the gentle white curve to its edge a flow, in wind forcing travel, To be lost where the curve bids it go. Often my dream has played, My soul, Has fashioned it a reservoir, It is the enthralling olive, the...

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