It’s fascinating to think about life in other ages, though significantly harder (for me, at least) to separate those epochs in my mind and understand the differences, and which developments took place when. Málaga is a city that offers answers to many of those questions. Continue reading
NASA experts tell us that it’s 25 million miles to get to another planet, but they’re completely wrong. It’s actually just 25 minutes away along the A-45. Continue reading
Oh yes! It’s that time of year again. And Spain does Christmas so well. The lights are up, and in every corner a little nativity scene is built.
Oh no! It’s that time of year again. And Spain does fiestas so well. The chorizo is sliced and the mosto decanted, and Colmenar prepares for its Fiesta de Mosto y Chacina – officially a Ruta de Tapas, unofficially the bar-crawl round every bar in the village. Continue reading
I seem to have become a stalker. Not the really really scary sort, I hope, but a bit of a stalker nonetheless. Continue reading
I didn’t mean to end up as a camarera (waitress) when I headed off to Granada, but that’s how my day ended. Continue reading
So. First Christmas in Spain. It seems to me there are three ways of doing this – (1) try to import all English customs and do it as Englishly as possible; (2) try to do it completely Spanishly and be a bit confused throughout; or (3) try to do it as Spanishly as possible but with just a couple of familiar things in order to remember what day it is. I went for number three. Continue reading