Aquarium Diving in Gran Canaria
Aquarium diving, snorkeling 3 meters from the shore in la playa chica. A solo 3 metros de la orilla en Las Palmas. http://nonotfar.blogspot.com . . . . . . . #beach #snorkeling #snorkel #estoesgrancanaria #thisisgrancanaria #visitgc #grancanariahoy #grancanaria #lascanteras #playa #visitspain #ineedspain #playachica #canariasgrafias #canaryislands #subtropical #laspalmas #playaurbana #visitlaspalmas #bajoelmar #wishiwasthere Una publicación compartida por…
Fear of Change
Writing in the local paper. Local issues with a global take. I never translate literally and the editor trims at will to make it fit. Here’s my version, then theirs. As I write this, a constant hum drifts up to my fourth floor vigil from the busy Rua Mayor below. I’ve been to Salamanca many…
Making it Real
Writing in the local paper. Local issues with a global take. I never translate literally and the editor trims at will to make it fit. Here’s my version, then theirs. I grew up attending a French immersion school on the very English speaking prairies of western Canada. Every subject, except English, was given in French by first language…
Cuatro Gatos y Un Burro…or the tale of Four Stray Cats and a Lonely Donkey
Writing in the local paper. Local issues with a global take. I never translate literally and the editor trims at will to make it fit. Here’s my version, then theirs. A few years ago, shortly before the outbreak of the neverending civil war, I found myself in northern Syria tracing the footsteps of the sixth…
The Beginning of a Quest, His and Mine
For many this was the end of the line, a place at the end of Africa to get lost in purple hazes and naked lunches. But long before Burroughs and Hendrix added their hipness, a local boy took the Tangerine brand far beyond the Levant. A medieval gap-year wanderer who saw it as a beginning…
Otras Luces
Writing in the local paper. Local issues with a global take. I never translate literally and the editor trims at will to make it fit. Here’s my version, then theirs. I write this from a cold damp grey dormitory city on the outskirts of Cologne, Germany. My wife, being as persuasive as wives tend to…
A Holiday Doesn’t Have to be a Holyday
Writing in the local paper. Local issues with a global take. I never translate literally and the editor trims at will to make it fit. Here’s my version, then theirs. It’s that time of year again. The time when coworkers loudly spill out of restaurants at all hours and then pour themselves into nightclubs only…
Spanish Sunday Afternoons #9
I’ve been shopping here in Spain for years, yet for some reason these have flown under my radar till I spotted them the other day. Don’t have the time to make a Spanish Omelette but can’t bring yourself to buy the shrink wrapped ready made ones? Here’s your solution! Pre-fried potatoes with onion, just add…