Since I’ve been walking these paths myself, I’ve inevitably ended up at their tables too — in albergues, bodegas, small kitchens off the main road. What you’ll find here aren’t restaurant reviews in the classic sense, but personal notes: what I ate, what I drank, and the stories that came with it.
These pieces come about independently of invitations or partnerships. Should a business ever want to invite me, I decide freely — based on distance, timing, and whether it fits. The review itself stays untouched by that: a paid or invited visit doesn’t turn an honest experience into a bought opinion.
Where this grows into something more than a single article — an extended editorial collaboration, say — we talk about it openly, and my fee drops accordingly. Both sides gain something, and no one has to wonder whether this was paid coverage instead of reporting.
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