The Trouble With Being A Vegetarian in Spain

I remember well the day I stopped being a vegetarian in Spain. It was on Avenida Marítima in Santa Cruz de La Palma on a June Sunday morning.

We had already been on the beautiful island of La Palma for five days, walking every road, street, and plaza of its main towns: driving every kilometre of its sinuous mountain roads; and hiking great swathes of its challenging trails. And I was hungry.

For five days we had found ourselves looking at menus on which, ninety percent of th...