Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and based on the thousands of people who flock to Costa de Sol beaches every day, there’s a lot of beauty to be found on the playas of southern Spain. This beach (pictured) is called Playa-Balneario Nuestra Señora del Carmen (Beach Spa of Our Lady of Carmen) … Continue reading Spanish Beaches & Restaurants …. I Will Survive
It’s an amazing place for people watching. I love to watch the Northern Europeans and the Brits as they straggle from the beach to the bars and restaurants. They glow pinkly from too much sun or too much cerveza, or both. Their feet are sandy, the shirts are off, and they grin widely as they walk along the promenade, volleyballs and beach umbrellas held hostage under sweaty armpits.
It has been a less than auspicious start to our holiday, as the following trio of bad news explains…… uno, dos, tres. Let’s go! Uno - Swiping right with Uber and Airbnb Compared to a hotel booking, the Airbnb check-in always has some complications around it, the Malaga apartment being no exception. We had arranged … Continue reading Bad news comes in Tres? (hopefully)
As someone who gets up at 4.30am on 330 days of the year, I’ve decided that 8.30 in the morning is a dignified time to wake up on the other 35. The Spanish lifestyle is kind of like daylight saving, but in the opposite direction. Wake up 8.30am, coffee/hot chocolate for breakfast, leisurely lunch at … Continue reading Food and Wine tour of Ronda
It's not what you might think!! I fell off my bike yesterday, not once, not even twice…..but three times, and all in the space of a few minutes. I’m physically unscathed, mainly because the car behind me stopped BEFORE running me over. But interesting fact, gutter-jumping is not in my skill set. It wasn’t even … Continue reading Get out of the gutter! Valencia
If you want a couple of hours of silence from Rosco, it's simple. Take him on a small boat in "strong" seas. In nearly three hours, he only said 12 words, and six of them were "I'm not happy about this Kari". When I say small boat, it had a rigid hull with inflatable side … Continue reading Coastal Calamities in Albufeira
If Albufeira was a woman, she would be a tall, elegant lady with long blond hair, the colour of golden sand. She would be about 55 years old, not in her prime, but still beautiful and able to turn heads. She has some small scars, maybe a tattoo or a piercing from her youth, although … Continue reading If Albufeira was a woman
Our first day in Portugal was more like a meeting of the United Nations: Swiss, Italian, Hungarian, British and even the occasional Portuguese - we met them all (and ate most of their food), but more on that later. We travelled to Portugal by bus, mainly because we couldn't figure out any other way to … Continue reading Portugal, Escalators & Goulash
Ross, riding high on his 'boyfriend of the year' success, quickly returned to normal by leaving the keys to our apartment in the door, overnight, in a city of 700,000 people! How do you think that happened? - I said (knowing full-well, but presuming innocence until proven guilty). I mean, it could have been Sally, … Continue reading Goodbye Sevilla
Imagine being so overwhelmed by grief and guilt, that upon your death, your will instructs the removal of your head, to be displayed within the city as a form of atonement. This is the story of Susona, the beautiful, but silent witness to the tragedy she brought upon herself. Young Susona, was the daughter of … Continue reading The stairs and scares of Sevilla
The Tepid Travellers 