This morning, we woke up to see that Facebook had reminded us that it was a year ago when we bought our little corner of Andalucia. We’re not sure whether that seems like an age ago, or only yesterday, and so much has happened in the interim period…
This morning, we woke up to see that Facebook had reminded us that it was a year ago when we bought our little corner of Andalucia. We’re not sure whether that seems like an age ago, or only yesterday, and so much has happened in the interim period…
As we approach our third Christmas in our adopted country, it’s a good time to assess whether or not we miss anything about Christmas in the UK…
When do you know, as a foreigner living abroad, that you feel part of the community in which you live? Our intention, when we arrived here, was to do our best to become part of the Spanish way of life, and feel that this is our home…
Life throws up challenges; it always does, and just because we live in a gorgeous part of the world, and consider ourselves extremely lucky, we still have to make decisions, earn a living and pay the bills…
Carrilladas (Pig’s cheeks) happen to be one of our favourite tapa choices in Granada, and it really is such a simple dish to make. It is also delicious and warming and perfect with a cheesy, creamy helping of gratin dauphinois…
A few weeks ago our lovely neighbour and elder of the village, Pepe, gave us a bucket full of almonds that he harvested from his own plot of almonds trees. So off I went to buy a nutcracker…
We are already well into October and we haven’t really had time to mark the fact that, as of the 1st October, we have been living in Spain for two years! This past twelve months has absolutely flown by, so it is probably time that the fleeting weeks just started to take things a little more calmly…
Exhausted! That is how we now feel on this Sunday evening as the fiestas draw to a close. We know most village fiestas are just as much of a food and drink marathon, but having been involved this year, with our humble little gallery, we feel that the weekend has been pretty all-consuming…
We set the alarm to wake us at the crack of dawn. The alarm actually went off before the crack of dawn; it was still dark outside and noises of external activity permeated our little casita…
The Thursday evening of the festival sees the arrival of stalls and stallholders. We have heard so many reports of the thousands of visitors who descend on tiny Moclín during the course of this weekend. On the 5th October, between 10,000 and 15,000 can turn up…
