Updated November 2025 - but written from a 2018 perspective I have lived in Spain for eleven years - we are now in the double digits. The only things…
Querida Sevilla mía, You know that age-old, “It’s not you, it’s me”? Well, it’s not me. Eres tú. We’ve reached the end of a nine-year relationship, one marked with uncertainty…
Andalucía in springtime is perhaps the closest I can get to nirvana. Yes, the azahar flowers met an untimely death in April and my allergies are rampant, but even the…
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…
The smell hits me like a pata de jamón to the head: a cocktail of bathroom disinfectant, spilled hand soap, ancient pipes and bleach. And that's only if the person before me…
I'll admit it - I have a big ol' crush on Jerez de la Frontera. While Seville swoons, Jerez pokes and teases, yet always entices. It moves slower. It seems…