I thought this short piece might be of interest to some in the group, a thoughtful article:
https://boingboing.net/2018/06/08/i-owe-anthony-bourdain-so-much.html
Small story:
In 2017 I took the bus from Pamplona to Puenta La Reina. The balls of my left foot were all torn up, and I felt I needed a professional opinion. The nurse at the clinic cleaned and bandaged my foot. Gave instructions on how to continue dressing the 'tissue trauma', and instructed me not to 'caminar' for "tres dias'. "Si", I replied.
That night at dinner at the Hotel Biden I noticed on the menu they had two lamb dishes. My Spanish is mucho elementary so I decided on the 1st selection. Now there were two waitstaff on the floor and both spoke some English. One better than the other. My waitress was the more 'English challenged', but she was very courteous and with a big smile said "Si, senor" and headed for the kitchen. About fifteen minutes later the other waitresses appeared with my dinner. As she approached I noticed a touch of consternation in the form of a furrowed brow. Arriving at the table she paused then asked me if I knew what this was(?), pointing at my supper, I replied that it was my belief a/my lamb dinner. Another pause. Did I know that it was the lambs intestine?
I did not.
She graciously said that I need not accept the plate and that they would give me the other selection.
It was then that I thought of Anthony Bourdain and the hours of accompanying him in on his journeys and wanting to try all those exotic meals and delights (even the rabbit brains) and the realization that I now had that opportunity." No, senorita, comero." And for a brief moment I had that wonderful experience of stepping up and stepping out of my comfort zone A culinary Camino..
The intestines were bland and uninteresting, in and of themselves, but a spicy sauce was supplied to offset the lack of taste and that helped the overall sensory experience. If I remember correctly I ate about ninety percent of the dinner while finishing off a bottle of vino tinto.
When I heard the news from France I felt 'flat'. Here was someone, I believed, was pretty much 'what you see is what you get"... warts and all. In todays world of manufactured image and shallow 'desperatley seeking celebrity' Anthony Bourdain stood out for honesty and integrity. In the end he was overwhelmed by his demons and "took the last train for the coast", and I for one offer him prayers and happiness. If their is a God, Anthony will be on a scooter in Vietnam riding from foodstall to street vendor eating noodles and fresh fish while quaffing a cold, amber liquid and blissfully exhorting of the "happiness" of it all.
Happy trails amigo, and...
Buen Camino.