Eating Arzua Cheese in the Rain

I stood shivering in the rain on the Camino de Santiago pilgrimage in Spain, a piece of bread in one hand and an enormous hunk of local Arzua cheese in the other.  Fellow pilgrims doggedly walked by, trailing colorful flowing rain ponchos over their packs.  Lovely plum jam dripped off my makeshift sandwich and fellContinue reading “Eating Arzua Cheese in the Rain”