Vía Crucis de Santiponce: Semana Santa Lite
Torches lined the gravel path, which inclined ever-so-slightly upwards. Mari Carmen had taken hold of my arm and was pulling me forward through the crowds as pebbles rolled out of…
Torches lined the gravel path, which inclined ever-so-slightly upwards. Mari Carmen had taken hold of my arm and was pulling me forward through the crowds as pebbles rolled out of…
I packed my bag hurriedly but with purpose: I'd need sunscreen, lipstick, a street map and my camera with long-distance lens. Nothing more, nothing less. I locked the door and…
Pá qué quieren ir ha Chipiona shi aquí tenemoh Caí? Two more beers and a plate of chicharrones were slammed down in front of us as the bar keep expressed…
The capataz knocks once. As if mechanically, the 40-off men beneath the wooden structure heave together, resting on their heels, hands gripping the wooden beams above their heads. A second…
The bus driver slammed on the brakes, causing me to crash into the handrail I was using to steady myself. "Thank you! Bus Station!" We were regurgitated from the Dubrovnik…
This blog is a long love letter to Spain, particularly Andalucía, but traveling outside the land of sunshine and siestas is a lovely hiccup to my everyday life, my vida…