In Alicante, we have our own way of life. A warm, unhurried way of life, with the scent of woodsmoke and the taste of reunions. A way of life served up over lingering after-dinner conversations, amidst toasts, laughter, and Jijona nougat. A way of life that smells of the sea, of home, and of a freshly poured glass. A way of life connected to the crackling fire, the voices around the table, and the light that streams through the window even in December. A way of life that reminds us that here, we don’t need snow to feel the warmth.
