Back to school

This morning I was sitting in the back of the car of our future Rondeño car mechanic, who was bringing us to a guy who sells cars. He spoke Spanish with Jaime, I knew that much. Just that it wasn’t …

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Meeting Almodóvar

Ever since we got to Spain I have seen Almodóvar everywhere. Not Pedro himself, mind you, but all the ‘Almodóvaresque’ characters that populate his films. They may be seen walking down most Spanish street for those who care to notice. …

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Pinch my arm!

I was walking home last night, across Puente Nueve and into the Casco Viejo, the old part of town, between hundred-year-old stone houses, passing the old minaret, meandering through alleys where cars barely can pass, coming out through the old …

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The rain in Spain…

Unless one is Professor Higgins, most people know Spain as a sunny place. In fact, millions upon millions of people from all over the planet (my clan, the Vikings rank highest on the list) travel to Spain every year exactly …

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Not a key to my name…

I met my first Hand of Fatima, or Hamsa as it is also called, 14 years ago when I was shopping at a lingerie store in the somewhat disreputable red-light-district of Amsterdam (accompanied by my toddler son, another thing he …

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44 and counting…

It’s official. We are leaving. We depart Vancouver on November 2nd, as the eight-month-long West Coast ‘monsoon’ season reaches full force.

We have pondered the idea of leaving for some years now, not knowing when or how. But in light …

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