Mallorca is a special place for me. “I’ve
been there!” I exclaimed on the night I met my future husband,
Guillaume, when he told me his mom was from Mallorca—though I
left off the bit about having gone with an ex-boyfriend. It’s
where we got engaged, after a boat ride to a tiny island at sunset.
It’s where we got married, inside a horse stable on my in-law’s
finca. And most recently, it’s where we moved to open
a pop-up sandwich shop.
I’ve lived in Spain a few times before, and though each time I
leave with no intention of returning, I find myself, for one reason
or another, drawn back in. This long-term relationship I have with
Spain has always been more of a love triangle—me, Spain, and our
attractive third partner: Spanish food. It’s the glue that’s kept
us together over the years, even when we haven’t see each other for
months at a time. Like a moveable feast, I can take the Spanish
recipes I’ve learned and prepare them wherever I go.
Source: FS – All – Food – News
The Island in Spain Where Salt Is Like Gold