Life in Culebrón

We did a bit of a circular tour last week. Up to Albacete, across to Cuenca and back through Teruel before coming home.  Along the way we  v...

Spanish museums used to be awful. Piles of stuff in random order often without any labelling or information. Most, though not all, are muc...

There was an advert when we went to the cinema this afternoon for Coca Cola. It is about the people responsible for the success of Coke in...

Arturo Perez Reverte is a well known Spanish author. I've read a fair few of his books. Even in Spanish he's easy to read and ofte...

It was, I think, called the Wine Resource Centre - well it wasn't because it's name was in Valenciá - but now it is called Centr...

I had a lot of trouble getting a job when I was a young man. One day in the 70s after another disastrous interview I was on the milk tra...

Everyone knows that Brits in Spain wear socks with sandals, go bright red in the sun and swill beer. One of those conversational topics, des...

I fancied a museum this afternoon so I checked the opening times of a couple of places on the Internet and set off to have a look. My offi...

We really haven't done much recently partly through work, partly through sloth and partly because it is relatively unpleasant out when t...

Petrer, situated beside Mount Cid and alongside the Puça rivulet had been, until well into the 20th Century, a town with a distinctly rural ...