Blogs & Archives
Responsible bloggers who have something well-thought-out and interesting to say are welcome to share their thoughts.
Those of you who don’t have a cat or a dog to love, believe me, you just don’t know what you’re missing!
Whether you're traveling around Madrid for a week or here indefinitely, it’s impossible to ever see enough of the Spanish capital. "5 Best Instagram Blogs" will definitely help!
One very brave member of The Other Team ventured ask if it would be at all appropriate and possible to actually join them in their nightly gatherings. The wonderfully gracious tea-sippers acquiesced. The immediate effect was a brighter, happier crew, and lasting friendships too.
One of my unfailing delights of living in Spain, undiminished after 17 years, is the spectacular and varied range of its landscapes and natural beauty. Crammed into the roughly five hundred thousand square kilometres of its bull-hide shaped geography, one goes from the dazzling white villages of the south with immense vistas of olive plantations, red earth under a diamond-hard blue sky, to the vast wheat plains of Castile
There are actually only 195 countries in the world today. If we can’t handle these 195 or so Nations, how are we going to deal with extra-terrestrial colonies and the continued exploration of the waiting Universe? Maybe New Age Spaniards would like to try and answer that question!
Ten a.m. at Madrid’s Estación de las Delicias: a goods train, the Strawberry Train, is about to set off. In the 1850’s the train was the subject of much talk and excitement, described and romanticised by chronicles, poets and journalists. It carried the Royalty and their guests on hunting trips from Atocha station right up to the portals of the Royal Palace in Aranjuez. On their return to Madrid the local borough would present them with asparagus and strawberries and in commemoration of this tradition the hostesses today pass around baskets of strawberries to the tourists on the Tren de la Fresa
Why not let's just all try to be friends? For a change?
I am anything but Spanish and perhaps that's why I can be somewhat objective about the way Spaniards tend to be depicted, saddled as they are with "topicos tipicos" that tend to arise in a discussion about Spain: flamenco, bullfight, tapas, paradores nacionales. . .
I for one hope that conservationists the world over will speak up like Jeff Corwin, putting the trophy-hunting industry in ecological perspective, and turn hunters into the world's most sensitive and skilled photographers of dwindling species
When we arrived in Spain. . ., I had the basics. I was able to say Tengo sed [I'm thirsty] and Tengo hambre [I'm hungry], thereby ensuring that we would neither starve nor die of thirst.