163 – Azzurro

PLEASE TAKE INTO ACCOUNT BEFORE READING THIS ARTICLE, THAT THE VIEWS EXPRESSED HERE SHOULD NOT BE TAKEN AT FACE VALUE. AT NO TIME IT WAS MY INTENTION TO GRATUITOUSLY INSULT ANOTHER COUNTRY, AND I AM DEEPLY SORRY IF I DID. BEFORE PROCEEDING WITH THE POST, READ THIS FISRT. For the recount of my journey to … More 163 – Azzurro

151 – El Puente

In most countries, “a bridge” refers to any type of construction that connects two points over an obstacle. In Spanish, Italian and possibly other mediterranean languages it also means a situation where a bank holiday falls close to the weekend, so you “bridge” the day in between, when you’d normally work. This concept is unknown … More 151 – El Puente

150 – Autumn Magic

A throwback post to the last warm autumn days before the snow started to fall. Don’t imagine a Siberian winter, although the shut passes in the mountains last weekend may suggest just that. The problem is not the light sprinkle on the peaks of Sierra de Guadarrama, but the car-owning Madrileños who all had the … More 150 – Autumn Magic

146 – Who Cares?

The last chapter of my stay in León will recount some additional activities one can enjoy in this beautiful region apart from those covered in my previous posts. There will be no incendiary content this time. Probably. Unless some sudden change of heart occurs later in the writing process. Not that there is a shortage … More 146 – Who Cares?

145 – Ain’t No Mountain High Enough

In this slightly late guide to eastern León, we have already covered some roadtrips (here and here),  some easy hikes (and here) and some cycling. Now it’s time to talk about some proper hiking. While popular (and generally easier) trails are often very well signposted, tackling the more demanding peaks requires some orientation skills or … More 145 – Ain’t No Mountain High Enough

143 – Dove corrono, dolcissime, le mie malinconie…

As I finally managed to bring myself to tackle my tiny writer’s block, I am sitting at my bureau in my perfectly designed little apartment and contemplating the only thing about it don’t like: the view. I love my place. I probably pay too much for what it is, I could most likely find something … More 143 – Dove corrono, dolcissime, le mie malinconie…