Walking Through Extremadura
Paying homage to my adopted homeland once again, this time for Romar Traveler. Click over and take a walk through Extremadura with me.
Is Spain Sexist?
Spain still suffers from stereotypes… Some tourists visit and feel terribly threatened when men occasionally whistle or shout “Guapa” in the street. Terribly offensive to some, but when you consider the fact that the rate of sexual violence here in Spain is remarkably lower than in their home countries, questions need to be asked. Seen…
Spanish Sunday Afternoons #5
The orchestra on many evenings as you stroll through the old town here.
Spanish Sunday Afternoons #4
Yes, it’s starting to get hot.
Spanish Sunday Afternoons #3
Oleander, such a pretty plant with such a terrible reputation.
Spanish Sunday Afternoons #2
Rainy afternoons are good for something more than our garden. A view from my wife’s study, with the ‘Torre de Caleros’ (Almohad era tower) to the left over looking the valley.
Riding Roman Roads
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,…
WOMAD 2009 Caceres, Spain
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…
WOMAD Caceres 2009
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…
Virgins Come…Virgins Go…
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…