Life in Culebrón

Summer is an interesting time in Spain. When the sun shines the country slows. In August the country treads water. It's not as true as i...

A little while ago I published a blog about the population of Pinoso. A lot of people showed some interest in that entry....

When I was young I was confused about many things. One of them was the Martini adverts. There were beautiful people Martini drinkers in floa...

I know that Christmas cards are a thing of the past. I know that they clutter up all the surfaces not occupied by the Laughing Santa and the...

I read a book last week. In it a young woman has moved to the country, to a small village in the middle of nowhere Spain. She's thinki...

Maggie has a plan for a bit of a rebuild of our house. Demolition and rebuild apart there is also a long list of ancillary jobs. One of th...

There's a strangeness about being home and yet being a foreigner. Last week I asked the lad who served me coffee how his birthday ce...

Our fridge went beep when the door was opened. It shouldn't. It still worked though. We could live with that. Then the handle came off...

Tell someone that you live in Alicante and most people think coast, they think we live by the side of the sparkling Mediterranean. It ...

I've just been scanning through a number of other English language blogs looking for inspiration. It's time to write a blog entry...

I'm not a big Google+ user. The other day I came across something called Communities, which seem to be collections of items around ...

I've talked about Spanish supermarkets before. Just as a quick recap. We have four decent sized supermarkets in Pinoso and I use them ...

I went to a little bilingual talk last night about the history of the nearby village of La Romana. It wasn't at all bad. The local exp...

In the last post about Albacete I mentioned an exercise I use with my students as a conversation starter. It's not my piece, I took i...

I got up early this morning to check the result and, rather as I'd feared, the UK had voted to leave the Union. I wasn't in the l...

Our voting papers arrived on Friday. That's a good start. Huntingdonshire District Council blithely denied me the right to vote in the...

In the 70s, when much of South and Central America were in political turmoil, I read an impressive book about the violation of human righ...

On Friday afternoons, in Cartagena, Maggie and I used to go to a Spanish language group organised by one of the local language schools. We...