It has been a surreal week in a year that has already thrown in its fair share of surrealism…
All in Spain
It has been a surreal week in a year that has already thrown in its fair share of surrealism…
The past fortnight has seen a lot of seismic activity in and around Granada, which has come as something of a diversion as we continue with strict lockdown…
When guests come to stay with us at Casa Higueras or on one of our Cultural and Creative Courses, we don’t want to hide them away in some hermetically sealed bubble; we want to show them the places, the sights, the views and share with them the food, wine, culture. We are trying to play our part in encouraging the travel sector to think differently as we plan the future…
We’re shrouded in cloud as winter properly arrives in Moclín and, after a few false starts, it looks as though the Sierra Nevada will finally get a good covering of snow ready for the winter season…
There are days when it feels as though life is just chip, chip, chipping away at any shreds of optimism and joie de vivre that Covid-19 might have chosen to leave untouched….
This time four years ago we were driving through Spain in a huge battered van packed full of our worldly goods and about to arrive at our Spanish home for the next year…
What do you do when the income slate has been wiped clean?…
We have just enjoyed a micro-break at the gorgeous Casa Olea. It inspired us to suggest a few more beautiful, and remote inland Andalucian places to stay…
It’s the day after what would have been my mother’s 92nd Birthday and we are spending 7 hours in the North Terminal of Gatwick Airport.
It’s not quite that day we had planned…
We have been locked away for over 3 months and suddenly our doors have been opened a crack and we are allowed to venture out into a dazzling, bright, sun-filled world once again…
