Don't get me wrong, San Mateo in Logrono by the day is fun; you can nibble all those great La Riojas at super bargain fare like there's no tomorrow. Then you can always drop by one, or couple more vineyards if both your consciousness and time allow and try great vintages you can never come by outside Spain. That, no doubt is great but certainly not all. Gee, this town really comes alive when the sun goes down (allow me to put it this way: as exuberant as any youthful great red from La Rioja!). Click here for the Flickr set on San Mateo Por Noche, the fest by the night.
By the way, just wondering what is the rules for the Pulitzer Prize. Do they have any sub-group for entries from foodies? I mean, what's the chance for someone to take a photo that has a bullfighter (a matador with no cape but a sex doll, no less), a Marilyn Monroe and a Fallen Angel meeting each other in Spain? There goes one of the wantonest pictures in the history of journalism. What's wrong with the Viking pirates too? Aren't they supposed to do something very vice and mean instead of giggling aside in such a jolly mood? Sometimes the best work of photography is one that doesn't compute, right?
