Anyone who knows me, knows I have no problem devouring what’s in front of me. Be that, chicken feet from Vietnam, tuna eyeballs from Japan, hákarl from Iceland or fried...
If someone said, wanna come sail the Mallorcan coast of the Mediterranean and devour an endless supply of masterly crafted food while bathing in the Spanish sun? Would you? I...
Our adios to Ibiza was in great remorse, but then again does anyone want to leave? And well of coarse we weren’t going without watching the Ibizan sun set over...
So Emma finally convinced the four of us to go on an excursion. And when I say excursion I mean I was sitting on a steel pipe in a tin...