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I remember my first Valencian orange juice. It was thick, sweet, and sunshine in a glass. I’ve been hooked ever since. As I was preparing it one morning, my friend Xavi watched with curiosity as I squeezed the orange — pulp and all — into the cup. “Does everyone in California drink it like that?” he asked curiously “No,” I laughed, “most people drink just the juice. But I love it with the pulp, too.” A flicker of horror flashed across his face. Just a blink. Then he quick

As a kid in California, I thought olives were... fine. Nothing special. They came in two varieties: black, with barely any flavor, or green and stuffed with pimientos. That was it. They tasted like the jar — flat, timid, and bland. We put them on pizza and... well, I can’t think of much else. Sure, olive trees grew in California. I loved their silvery-green leaves and gnarled bark, ancient and wise. But their fruit? Always a disappointment. I never would have guessed that,

Falla in Valenica, Spain! Xátiva 🔥🇪🇸 FALLAS TOUR with Salva! 🇪🇸🔥  Join our bilingual adult immersion class for a special Fallas...