A little piece of heaven in the North of Spain, Asturias really got to me. After a 10 hour drive, a pit stop for lunch, many shared mates, walnuts, seeds & old panettone, endless chatting, napping, with a crushed butt, tired and hungry we got to this tiny town with a population of 283. Such a small town that doesn’t even have local stores beyond 2 bars. One of those remote places where time has stopped; tradition at its best.
Every morning the main square is visited by the butcher, the baker, the one that sells frozen goods, and so on. On Thursdays is grocery shopping day; a bus, for the ones that cannot driver any more or are just lazy to do so, leaves the town to a big supermarket close by. The quietness is real; the bellow & bleat from cows & sheeps keep you company every day, at any time. The babbling brooks get you far away from the city madness. The walks around the Alba rout..
One of their typical dishes, Fabada Asturiana, creamy, tasty and delicious.. the apple cider of course. And the way they pour it – only an experienced wrist will know the exact inclination and amount of air that cider needs. Pure art if you ask me.
You will find the kindest people, the best deals for day menus – including one big bottle of wine, no matter if its 2 of you or only 1 – best clean air & local honey at an amazing price.. Asturias.. you’ve got my hear and I will be back – maybe in a warmer situation with greener trees.
ph Joaquin abreu & stephanie aizenberg