The long hangover: returning from an around the world adventure
I came back four and a half months ago. These four months have felt longer than any of the year that preceded them. The reason is simple: I’m back to routine.…
Catalonia: just nationalism or a freedom movement?
My first encounter with the sentence “I am Catalan” sticks in my mind as a quite sudden moment of change of my perception of Spain. It took place quite far…
Mallorca, horizons of the dream
More will you understand as words bring you closer to the bank of the river of yourself, and without fear you face with your fluent reality (…) Drown,…
Salty water, sunshine and surf: lessons from Zarautz
For people like me, who overthink and worry too much about stuff, a trip to Zarautz is without a doubt a good digression. These were a few days of necessary…
