The streets are alive and burning. Explosions ring out around every corner, constantly. Waves of people crash and collide around immovable buildings like frenzied liquid. Quite a few churros are eaten. It’s the Falles (or Fallas in Castellano), one of the biggest, brightest festivals in the world. And all holy hell has broken loose! Two […]Read more "Streets of Fire – Valencia During Falles"
I remember walking around Amsterdam on cold, dreary day in 2015 with two mates by my side and something of a home in Germany waiting for my return. I had been in the Netherlands for three days and had been in Germany for maybe two to three months. We walked past a hip, wood-paneled store, […]Read more "When Do You Stop Being a Tourist? – Bullas, Lorca & Caravaca"
“They come, rosy of skin and short of clothes. They seek our sun, our beaches, our paella, our way of life! Oh god, we’ve sold out of ice-cream… in January! Take to the castle, boys!” Alicante is a strange place. After Paris, I think it’s the most touristic city I’ve visited yet. Like others have […]Read more "A Slow, Pink Invasion – Alicante"
I’ve been lucky enough previously to never have been ill on “vacation”, until now. For the past two weeks I’ve had an on-and-off cold which summoned a frog (or poison toad) to my throat and took away my voice as payment. And it all culminated early this week with a migraine, a bout of chucking […]Read more "En la tierra de mi novia – Murcia and Cartagena"
Originally posted on Let's Take a Flight:
Photo by Lara Carryon The moon, squashed and lame, still struggled shining brightly over the world. ? The trees, tall and tired, stood black and stalwart against the approaching light. ? The mist, thick, milky, glowed under the crippled moon. Against the trees it was water. ?…
After all this time, I’ve finally had my first look at the Mediterranean Sea. Well, the, uhhh… the photo doesn’t exactly do it justice BUT it was there and I did see it. I stood on the salty sidewalk, peeped over the brown sand and tried to picture the total weight of that water, that […]Read more "By the Sea – Málaga"
It’s only been a week, but Murcia is already beginning to feel like home. The transition from Adelaide to Murcia (one South to another) has been made all the easier by ridiculously good weather, ridiculously good food and, of course, Bonica (who is ridiculously good). Because of her, I am lucky enough to already have […]Read more "Learning Murciano"