This plaque on the church is about the only evidence you’ll find of Battuta’s visit in the town of Coin. Think Marco Polo was the world’s greatest traveler? If you do, it’s because you haven’t read Ibn Battuta. For whatever reason, be they ethnocentric prejudices, islamophobia or the simple fact that Polo had better PR,…
One of the many lovely pictures of Spain found here.
A walk through the Albaycin in Granada A look at the new mosque that has been built A reflection on the concern it’s caused A way around conflict In both English and German in DW-WORLD’s Qantara magazine.
10kms to go Springtime outside Hornachos, Extremadura, Spain.
8kms of beach, just under 30º and no one else in sight. It was a good weekend.
More than 20 centuries ago, Aristotle wrote that ethics and therefore happiness lie somewhere in the middle of extremes…where that somewhere exactly is has been debated since his Nicomachean Ethics came out, but few people would dispute that, to a certain extent, some truth lies in his premise. The Iberian peninsula and Spain in particular…
The 20’s of May are almost finished and the 7pm sun is still hot enough to bake the dust that swirls up in the heat. The festivities have yet to begin and the police are still in the shade. The very recent whitewash would still be wet if the temperatures weren’t in the 30’s. The…
It’s brief, violent and colorful… Then it’s gone Still learning that you don’t have to go far to see something worth seeing.
Alminares Iluminando las minorías. Un viaje desde Granada a Malasia Fotografías de Troy Nahumko La Traviata. Inauguración: 15 de abril de 2010 a las 21.00 h Los minaretes, elegantes antenas espirituales hechas por los hombres, se elevan hacia los cielos para proclamar la fe musulmana a sus seguidores. Símbolos islámicos conscientemente creados para ser diferentes…
For some it’s Easter egg hunts, for others meditations on torture and resurrection, others still a time to be ‘seen’ showing their penitence in hooded processions…for me it means that the simple fact of walking to my house becomes an ordeal. Crowds clog the tiny arteries of the old town here in Caceres, while supposedly…