Life in Culebrón

The Pinoso Pensioners’ Club has a WhatsApp group. At times I wonder if the the application is totally under the organiser's control but ...

Easter Week, Semana Santa, is huge in Spain. After all Easter is at the very heart of the Christianity and lots of Spanish events are still ...

I remember when we made the decision to move to Spain. It wasn't because there were people with guns in the street, not a sign of rel...

We start in the UK. Back in the 1980s Anglepoise lamps became trendy. Of course they weren't real Anglepoises they were just an accessib...

I'm not a particularly sociable type so I don't get a lot of phone calls. When I do it nearly always takes me by surprise and I ...

The other week I was driving around, enjoying the sun, when I heard an interview on the radio. The interviewee was called Vicente Calduch ...

I spoke to my mum on the phone today. She said that she'd had a good Christmas and New Year but that she was glad to be back to norma...

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

We went into Pinoso on Wednesday to see the Procession of the imprisoned Jesus. He was escorted by the Roman Century and two of the be-h...

When I first started the  blog it was simple. The idea was to celebrate, or at least note, the diffferences between what I'd always co...

There's one of those professional looking videos that does the rounds on Facebook that I rather like. In it a succession of people wal...

I need to write something. Not that I have a psychological need or anything but it's about time. Blogs need fuelling. As I washed th...

We were in Jumilla today for a while. Jumilla is a town just over the border into Murcia. They have "always" produced wine in Ju...

Elche de la Sierra is a town in Castilla la Mancha. The journey is from Culebríon in Alicante to Murcia and from Murcia to Albacete Provin...

I occasionally see British TV and it is full of people who don't have "Anglo" names. Presumably their families went to the U...

We were probably as guilty as anyone. We wanted the Real Spain. That's the one where dark skinned men ride donkeys and raven haired se...

All over Spain, at the side of the road, there are places called ventas. From the outside they just look like restaurants or bars but, as...

Tonight when the clock (Reloj de la Gobernación) on the old Post Office (Casa de Correos) in the Puerta del Sol in Madrid starts chiming mid...

Twelve articulated lorries to transport it all, 30,000 watts of sound and light, six kilometres of electric cable and 3,000kg of glass fibre...

When I was in Ciudad Rodrigo I read a book that described life in the villages of Salamanca province in the first thirty or forty of the las...