This week, I have had the unadulterated luxury of being on holiday. And not a travelling holiday either: a plonk yourself next to the pool, sunset drinks, working on your tan, proper vacation. Although it’s been great, these kinds of breaks are not my usual fare. I am much better at seeing and doing thanContinue reading “Holiday! Celebrate! By working?”
(To the tune of the Barça FC anthem) As I’ve mentioned before, calçots are one of the true seasonal delights of living in this part of the world. If the winter sun is shining, then I can’t think of a better to spend your Saturday afternoon than gorging yourself on these sweet oniony treats atContinue reading “Calçots, calçots, calçots!”
This post is a week late because of a long weekend and a cold. Delivering something a bit later than planned is also an extremely Catalan experience (particularly when it comes to trains), so I think it’s sort of appropriate. We have officially been here for a year now. Isn’t that crazy? It certainly doesn’tContinue reading “The week that was a year”
What I would will write if when Women of Letters invite me to pen a note to my favourite form of public transport:
There are many components of Catalan lifestyle that we are yet to understand. The different religious celebrations, the eating times, the language, the supermarket brands: there is still a lot that needs translating for us. But the language of exercise, I think, is universal.
This week has been somewhat of a come down after three jam-packed weeks of visitors and weekends away. We have been so lucky to have many friends and family visit from Australia, and our little apartment and day-to-day lives seem a bit quiet and dull now that they have gone. Quiet is not always bad.Continue reading “The week of contrasts”
“What?!”, I can hear you spluttering at your screen. “Another festival? Is she serious? Surely after Sant Jordi, Sant Joan, Benicàssim, the Three Kings and the Renaixement Festival that is enough, at least for a little while. Do some work for goodness sake!” That’s what I thought too. And believe me, I am trying toContinue reading “The week of Festes de la Cinta”
Summer time (in Tortosa) And the living is easy. Fish are jumping, (honestly, I saw one this morning) And the cotton is ‘Cause the mercury’s high. Your daddy’s The food’s still rich, And your mama’s the beach is good looking So hush, little baby long to-do list, don’t you cry.
This week brought with it a delightful mid-week fiesta, the day of Sant Joan. The Catalan holiday combines a celebration for the summer solstice with a day commemorating the birth of Saint John the Baptist. If you are a boy lucky enough to be called Joan, then June 24 is your name day — like a second birthday, complete with gifts,Continue reading “The week of Sant Joan”
One of the reasons I started this blog was to share my experiences of living and working in Spain, hoping to fill the gap that I discovered when frantically Googling ‘how to live in Spain as an Australian’ before we left home. I enjoy sharing what we see, what we eat, and where we discoverContinue reading “The week I wrote about science instead”