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My Spanish Sanctuary

By Alexander Lobrano
From SAVEUR Issue #152
Every morning, the city's briny air made me wince when I woke, because it smelled so much like sex does after a swim in the sea. It also pickled my pain, as did the stubby snifter of Fundador brandy I downed every night after dinner, the reason why the scouring white sunlight of those summer mornings was too bright for me. Keep reading »
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