It’s taken me 54 years, but I’ve finally learned how to chill. How to really, properly, chill. And it’s in the hot tub. Continue reading
A hundred artists descended on Colmenar earlier this month. From nothing, each one created a finished painting within one single day. The photographs here were all taken that day.
So. It’s the beginning. We have a blank canvas. All the options are available to us – we must make our choices. Continue reading
I headed west last week. I didn’t like it.
Not far west, I stayed within Málaga province. I’d already been further west and loved Huelva and Cadiz provinces – stunning coastline with some brilliant secluded beaches. And since choosing to settle in the Axarquía region I’ve obviously explored east of Málaga. But I had reached my ripe old age without ever visiting Marbella. Continue reading
“Oh you’re SOOoooo lucky!” I get told that a lot. Of course I know I’m lucky. What’s more, I remind myself every day. Probably every hour. But it’s not because I live in two beautiful places and have the freedom to enjoy them. It’s certainly not for the reasons most people mean when they say “Oh you’re SOOoooo lucky!” Continue reading
It must be extraordinarily difficult to learn Spanish if you think you don’t like learning languages, or if you hate grammar, or don’t know what the English words are for different parts of speech. I’m very fortunate to find that I genuinely enjoy the grammatical building blocks of a language, and I love practising and improving my Spanish. Continue reading
Springtime. My first Axarquía spring. A year since I came house-hunting in Colmenar. This week my white-van-man brought my final three boxes, some lamps, and the comfy leather chair from mum’s bungalow. Continue reading
Changeable weather couldn’t keep the penitents, the celebrants, the Nazarenos or the tourists away from Semana Santa. In every city, town and village in Spain, people turned out to see the richly-decorated floats and the cofradías (brotherhoods) carrying them. Continue reading