A light drizzle falls from a slate sky. It is colder than expected. Inside, the percussive tremulous flurry of flamenco guitar rattles the bar’s tinny speakers. Tapas spread across the low wooden table - viridescent garlicky olives, thinly sliced jamon serano, fat-rippled chorizo, honey drizzled manchego cheese sprinkled with ground coffee, and a steaming plate of golden fried anchovies. The tapas, the cold beer, and the weather are strong incentives not to go anywhere. I thumb through a stack of postcards, images delineating the contours of Andalusia: In one, the Mezquita in Cordoba, a building encompassing the layers of history and culture that have shaped Southern Spain. A cathedral within a mosque built from the ruins of a Visigoth church and a Roman pagan temple. Another shows a tile of swirling Arabic calligraphy from the Alhambra,
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