Here they come, stepping in line to a sombre drum beat, the Nazarenos. Their hoods rise to the night sky, penitent cloth and bare feet a symbol, a request. They march through the narrow streets, under rippling velvet banners displaying the colour and symbol of their church. They carry with them staves, candles, crosses and […]Read more "Murcia – Electric Holy Week (and a Half)"
I arrived in Germany in late 2015, with nothing and no one, save my suitcase and backpack, by my side. I was beginning my exchange, a six month university experience that saw me grow from a little, troubled bean of a person to a slightly taller sprout with a few of different troubles. I remember […]Read more "At Home Between Homes – Germany 2017"
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"
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"
Written in a cafe in Murcia, Spain. The sun is shining through clouds. There are citrus trees growing strong among the cold, urban sprawl. A return to Europe and to my second home could not come soon enough. A return to some sort of normality was very much needed after a year of moving slowly, […]Read more "A Bright Orange Glow – Returning to Murcia"
You are never dedicated to something you have complete confidence in. No one is fanatically shouting that the sun is going to rise tomorrow. They know it’s going to rise tomorrow. When people are fanatically dedicated to political or religious faiths or any other kinds of dogmas or goals, it’s always because these dogmas or […]Read more "On Less"