Category: Spain

Travelling around Spain

Spanish landscapes

(and the psychology of travelling)

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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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…