First thing I did wrong was that I asked for un cafe nube doble en vaso. My usual milky coffee. Nope – I was in Orgiva in Granada province, now, so must remember to ask for una leche manchada doble en vaso. La dueña was ancient, and widowed (guessing by the black widows’ weeds) and corrected me politely. Continue reading
He’s one of the tallest men I’ve ever seen. And he definitely has the biggest smile. I guess you have to develop an easy charm and a friendly manner if you’re trying to sell complete rubbish to beach-goers in order to scrape a living.
Gabriel is there most days. Sometimes he has hats, occasionally sunglasses, but his speciality is high-class watches. Rolexes. At a real bargain price of just €50. Who can resist? Continue reading
I’m a pacifist. So going armed does not come naturally. But for this encounter I needed everything in the armoury. I needed to be fully tooled-up. The secret weapon, the ultimate defence, was primed and was nestling reassuringly in the deep pocket of my trousers. Continue reading
I’m not really a red-carpet sort of person. But when a friend has a screening at the Marbella International Film Festival …. well, you just have to go along to support him, don’t you? And when it’s a beautifully-evocative film about food and traditional rural skills in a small Spanish village, nothing would have kept me away. Continue reading
I’d left my friends in the square. “I’ll just pop in and pick up this wretched certificate” I told them. “Wait for me, I won’t be long.” Famous last words. Continue reading