bits and pieces from the northern island.
Last time I had gelato was eons ago. It had been such a long time in fact, that until this afternoon I thought I had lost the taste for it. Wrong: there is no such a thing as losing taste for ice cream. I am quite happy I realized it, and right in time for … Read the full article →
I still remember quite well that day of middle March, when we crossed Babalú’s threshold for the first time. The first of a series of many times, so many that are becoming impossible to count without the help from a calendar. It’s not that long ago, just a handful of weeks. We stepped inside the … Read the full article →