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"
Memory is one of the strangest functions of our brains. In fact, it seems like it doesn’t even come from us at all. We never think about it in terms of lobes, grey matter and electrical signals, instead, we experience memory as random floods, pouring rain and dazzling explosions from some out there. We all […]Read more "Echoes"
Barcelona is a city of bright lights, energy and pride. It is a city of artists and travellers and a healthy population of ambitious Catalonians. It’s a place I now love. Anyway, continuing on from the first half of this story, the day after the most restless sleep of my entire European adventure, I took […]Read more "Colours of the Night – Barcelona Part 2"