ByJulia Chi
On Monday night I went to sleep on the west coast of Spain, Tuesday bedtime came in Malaga, last night I went to sleep on the ninth floor of the Premier Inn at Gatwick airport and tonight I am lying on a lovely big bed in a lodge in Swanage… Four nights in four different…
ByJulia Chi
I ran and ran and ran on the endless beach, padding along in my bare feet… Anadi by my side for nine miles; it was easy to run along and keep running, each step the sandy same… Another ‘longest ever’ run for me barefoot – just over thirteen miles… It is becoming easier and easier…
ByJulia Chi
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…
ByJulia Chi
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…
ByJulia Chi
A barefoot runner ran by as I arrived on the beach this morning! It was as if I were seeing another of my ‘species’, and even more exciting – I was ‘vlogging’ at the time – and so I caught him on camera… I had run to the beach with the intention of some fast intervals…
ByJulia Chi
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…
ByJulia Chi
I looked up the tide time table and discovered that after starting with an early rise this morning, so that I might enjoy the low tide sands to the full…I can then stay an hour extra in bed each day we are here; if I want to..! When the tide is low the beach is…
ByJulia Chi
We journeyed along the South coast of Spain, and ‘turned right’ for a little way up the West Coast, 450 kilometres we travelled… Shimmering heat, the cicadas calling out, playing their familiar music in the shimmer of hot hot weather… Lunch in Marbella, bright expansive ‘something’s about to happen’ energy, in the setting of holiday…
ByJulia Chi
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…
ByJulia Chi
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…
ByJulia Chi
I am just back from a rather typical ‘Julia shopping trip’… I gave my last pair of trousers to Maggie, who the Zen runners know because she did all the organising of hotels, travel, trips, everything I needed… She is a star. She admired my trousers and as I ‘cull’ my clothes regularly, so that…
ByJulia Chi
All my life I have been someone who has been known for treading the ‘naughty path’… I remember being away alone in Tenerife one Christmas… I had just arrived and was getting my bearings… Which way to run? My neighbours suggested going down to the sea, and then taking the path to the left over…