The Must See Spain Blog
 A Traveler's Guide
by Kristin Espinar

I first tasted Spain the way it’s meant to be tasted—standing, sweating, and a little lost in a side-street bar in Granada. A toothpick jabbed through a chunk of salt cod landed next to my beer. I hadn’t asked for it, didn’t question it, I ate it, and something shifted. The food didn’t whisper. It barked. It didn’t care if I was ready—it was already halfway down my throat. Spanish cuisine in Spain isn’t a curated dining experience—it’s survival with seasoning, ritual with smoke, pride served hot or cold depending on the region. It’s not built to impress you. It’s built to feed you like you belong—or don’t.