Category: Spain

Travelling around Spain

Spanish landscapes

(and the psychology of travelling)

A Random Sunday Part II

What we did after the market

A Random Sunday Part I

A day out of town

Secret Sunday followup

The followup to “Indian Secret Sunday”

Valdelavilla

My week in Valdelavilla

Indian Secret Sunday

I tripped over a post on facebook two weeks ago. It said something like this: Don’t know what’s going on in this photo? Like this page to know what you missed. A photo was attached, of a laid table with food on it. I… Continue Reading “Indian Secret Sunday”

Undressed

I’m currently going to a gym. It’s a new kind of gym: very small, women-only, slow-but-constant concept sort of thing. I usually go about three times a week and am quite proud of myself. This morning I was in the changing room. The doors… Continue Reading “Undressed”

An unexpected treasure

A few weeks ago as we were strolling in Valencia, the day before the encounter with the JellyFish(er)-man, my boyfriend and I found a box full of treasures. Not all of them were treasures for us, so we left a handful of objects for… Continue Reading “An unexpected treasure”

Dismissing the past?

A surprise monument full of history

A day at the beach

Valencia, Spain. One very particular day at the beach.     Finally we found a larger road, slid onto it and spotted a sign pointing out a beach. We followed a dirt road, parked when it finished and walked towards the Mediterranean sea. We… Continue Reading “A day at the beach”

Santander

Warm colours seem to be recurrent in Spanish cities. Santander is an orange city with a darker terra di Siena background. When I arrived it was drizzling; chirimiri is the name for it up here – an ethereal layer of wetness that covers everything with… Continue Reading “Santander”

Feeding Madrid’s insects

A Xylocopa sp. on our lavender. We have a very narrow windowsill but still managed to plant a handful of aromatic plants…and we are not the only ones that are enjoying them!

Never Alone

I consider myself a social person. I knew this already, but I finally knew it on the day I had my “Saturday quest” in Granada. I was feeling lonely and set myself some tasks to do that sunny, sunny autumn day so I’d feel as if… Continue Reading “Never Alone”

The essence of decadence

A young, bearded man sitting on a stool behind a cardboard box, covered with a cloth typing on an old, black typewriter in candlelight. On a sign, the handwritten words: Free Poems Poemas Gratis On the cardboard box, covered with the cloth, in front… Continue Reading “The essence of decadence”