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)"
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"
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"
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"