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

148 – Hiking La Pedriza

Flashback to the last weekend of September, before Madrid was “confined”. Which in reality never happened, unless you count the two weeks of confinement of the working class neighbourhoods (a wicked masterplan conjured by Madrid’s local establishment), and intermittent peripheral confinement imposed by the central Government, when the rest of the city could not leave … More 148 – Hiking La Pedriza

147 – The C-word

Disclaimer 1: If you are here just to read about the hike, scroll down.  Disclaimer 2: Don’t get your hopes too high. This is not a recount of any same sex sexual experience, that may or may not have happened. The title is not meant literally. Besides, I only ever use that word when talking … More 147 – The C-word

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…