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…Valle del Jerte atesoran esencia propia para brindársela a quienes buscan aprender y experimentar. La quinta de mi serie de seis partes sobre viajes por la provincia de Cáceres publicada por…
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…hacen de cada visita una nueva experiencia de aprendizaje.La ultima de mi serie de… Read more MusicWriter Is WOMAD a Colonialist Adventure? The Main Square during the evening concerts In…
Teacher / Teacher Trainer
…be interesting. http://cprmerida.juntaextremadura.net/67-noticias/3026-lista-de-admitidos-al-curso-speaking-in-colour Read more EducationWriter All That Glitters…isn’t Zara Writing in the local paper. Local Issues with a global take. I never translate literally and the editor trims at will to make…
The (mascaraed) Wolves from Little Red Riding Hood
Revisionism at its worst in today’s Camino a Ítaca. Thinly veiled genocidal thoughts from those that would happily liquidate those that think differently. The American right takes a scary turn…
Musician
…a Ítaca is in no way linear, it circles and loops and starts all over again. As spring turns Cáceres into the allergy sufferers nightmare, another event takes places, one that…
Leaps of Faith
In this week’s Camino a Ítaca leaps of faith, both physically and metaphorically. Anthropology in action as people create their own faith. Click over to read the original version in…
The Bear is at the Door
In this week’s Camino a Ítaca a look at the new policial map here in Extremadura and the negotiations that are taking place between the parties on the right. Click…
Snakes and the Tree of Knowledge
…dolls during the Christmas holiday rush. I’ve been an all-night radio DJ, a relic in something called a record store, an English teacher for heavily armed Yemeni tribesmen and a…
Fear and Loathing in Siberia
…the English one below. We were somewhere around Chita on the blurry edges of Mongolia and China when the vodka really started flowing. I remember, in a vain attempt to…
Lessons to Learn from Tragedy: Valencia
In today’s Camino a Ítaca memories of a parachute flapping up and down above the bar as I easily peeled the labels off sodden beer bottles in the Florida…