You’ve probably seen those emaciated deeply tanned westerners hanging around beaches with dreadlocks, with all of their possessions in a small woven bag and thought, “How do those wasters survive?” I figured it out. Drinking only water yesterday (1 Euro), staying in the ropiest flea ridden room in town (13 Euro) and doing not much […]
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An ancient city, designed by architects who had no appreciation for the way cigar and two-stroke moped smoke lingers in high sided twisting narrow streets.
Maybe marriage in north eastern spain is more tranquil than that in the UK. Ive not seen many men in spanish pubs wearing wife-beaters and guzzling pints of bitter, but this is not the reason for my speculations. Tonight, in a tranquil square in Girona, I was attempting a less than accessible menu and a
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