Anadi and I walked off the plane into the wet grey of an English summer day in July… The airport tarmac felt warm beneath my feet, and wet too of course… But fun, a bit like the joy of jumping in puddles, play time – stepping out into wild wet windy ness… And I noticed…

I returned from my intervals on the beach yesterday morning  and Anadi and I wandered through the pueblo to sit and enjoy our customary Spanish breakfast of tostados y aceite y tomate y cafe con leche… We decided over breakfast to go on an ‘outing’ to explore Medina Sidonia… When I first started to learn…

The night was alive with music and people and shops still selling… Restaurants full of groups laughing and talking; tapas selling in the street and cocktail bars … The delightful energy of human beings being human, doing what we spend a lot of time doing… eating drinking talking, sharing, time food, fun, laughter… For awhile…

Hace mucho calor! Perhaps a little too calor… But then being in a body lends itself to a constant movement between various discomforts, especially noticeable where weather is concerned…! Too hot, too cold, too dry, too wet, too much… Too much weather. It is a subject of much conversation, particularly in lands with obviously changing…

On top of the world, space peace… Maggie and I sat on the top of Monte Pecho this morning as the sun rose and this is how she described being here, living in the Alpujarras… Maggie has lived here for fifteen years, she and her husband Jack wanted a change, and discovered Bubion and have…