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

138 – La Donna È Mobile…At Long Last

After 14 weeks of confinement and social restrictions, Madrid entered the new normality at the stroke of midnight last Sunday. Which basically means that getting a table in a bar doesn’t involve queueing for an hour while trying to outstare the luckier customers into surrendering their table quicker. Which is an improvement. It also means … More 138 – La Donna È Mobile…At Long Last

118- Around Madrid

Summer in Madrid is to be avoided, or rather, Madrid in summer. The city becomes a frying pan. I really struggle to understand what is the appeal of hot weather, and I look rather suspiciously at people who claim they love it. Because what exactly is there to love when the thermometer still shows 38 … More 118- Around Madrid