Spanish Sunday Afternoons
A new series to celebrate my adopted homeland.
A new series to celebrate my adopted homeland.
When the temperatures sit above 30 for most of the day, summer measures are in order. Contrary to what some would think, closing the doors and windows during the day actually keeps in the freshness that seeped in throughout the night. There is nothing better than the traditional blinds that let in just enough light…
The last installment of my 4 part series on teaching around the world has just come out in Verge’s summer edition. This one isn’t available online like the last, but you can find all the info here. This piece focuses on the ins and outs of teaching in Asia, often the first-timer’s first glimpse at…
You’ve really gone off the beaten path when the GPS in your rental car shows you are literally off the map. Castle hop north from Andalusia just as the Moors did a thousand years ago. Out here a beautiful range rises out of a carpet of vineyards. Set in the Sierra Grande de Hornachos, this…
Woke up this morning to a text message, “Want to go for a ride?” Looked out the window and while there were some clouds on the horizon, it was going to be a beautiful, sunny day. In just minutes from my Almohad refuge I can be rolling through olive groves and before you know it,…
The music has died down and faded away, the stage has been packed up, the tourists have gone home and the artists are playing somewhere else. WOMAD 2009 has come and gone, but something hasn’t left…and it’s here to stay for awhile…a LONG while. On Saturday night alone as people danced to the likes of…
I recently came across something that takes travel writing’s top ten tips to the extreme. The Independent published ‘100 things to do before you die‘ last year in memorandum of Dave Freeman, creator of the travel guide of the same name. I have to admit that I clicked through all 100 and found it funny…
May here in Caceres is curious…2 rather big events happen that couldn’t be more dissimilar. The first is the adoration of the local virgin which is carried down from its mountain refuge in late April and then is visited everyday by a certain sector of the population to see the what colour dress it is…
My Almohad refuge has been busy of late. Every year around this time the locals take their beloved virgin down from its mountain hideaway to great pagan-like fanfare. Tears are shed, songs are sung and flowers cut…but less wine that one would expect, gotta travel further south for that I suppose. She’s then placed on…
2000 years and still standing Segovia, Spain One of the travel magazines that I have been writing for Verge, is offering a free digital version of their magazine here. If you’re interested in traveling on a theme and making a difference, click over.