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 happened while we were overlooking one of the world’s unofficial wonders, sitting under a desperately thirsty acacia tree, swatting away flies and scratching at fleas. A temple…
Don’t try this at home kids! It’s fall…the leaves are beginning to fall and the mushroom hounds are on the loose. The word ‘mushroom’ in English seems to convey about as much excitement and meaning as the word ‘oil’. You have to compound it to extract its full flavour. Jumping over stone walls and getting…
In my downtime when I’m not writing, I play music…guitar to be precise. In fact, it was a guitar that led me to 48 states and Europe for the first time. The Sociedad Blues Canarias invited me down to the Canary Islands to make some music and on the island of Tenerife under the wing…
Came across a repost of something that I wrote for Trazzler on the website, Salon. It was a series of 10 travel bits on places in Spain that Ibn Battutah visited on his trip through Andalusia back in the 14th century. Nice surprise. See it here.
The Costa del Sol’s concrete boredome costing you a bit? Trazzler’s collected 10 trips following the great Ibn Battutah’s trips through the region. Shake off the fish and chip shops and dig a bit deeper here.
The earth unexpectedly (for most that is) shook the other day in south-eastern Spain, bringing tragedy to the people of the lovely town of Lorca. Corruption doesn’t only exist in far off lands that end in -stan. A look at what could happen if it’s allowed to grow, blogging in El Pais.
Middle of nowhere British Columbia, beware of bears…wolves…avalanches… …and teen burgers. Caution Picture #2 When did these appear?
Are children still constantly told to tie up their shoelaces? Or did that go out of fashion when ‘Pull up your pants!’ did? The latter warning used to seem more serious. That is of course until the current fashion craze (and that word has several meanings) consisting of offering the world to see that your…
Having a little fun with bulls, blues and bars on national Spanish television.
Why does it seem that with every year, winter seems to get longer and longer? No matter how mild the year, as with this past winter here in Extremadura, the dark days of the ‘other’ equinox drag on longer than your 10th grade math teacher droning on about algebra. I even sometimes find myself wishing…