Blog Category: Spain
The flamenco guitar filled the courtyard with its simplistic melody. “I don’t want to go just yet” she said clutching onto his hand. Granules of sand escaped through her fingers delicately like the time around her.
As we approached Ronda I was overwhelmed with astonishment. Rolling hills [ . . . ]
She opened her eyes sleepily and met his gaze. The morning sun beamed through the window bouncing off his golden locks. She gasped at his beauty. He looked like an angel. Happiness washed over her body like a gentle sedative.
I gulped for air and held my breath. I was covered in [ . . . ]
Her fingers itched begging to write the beginning of a glorious tale, “today I ate six year old cheese, drank twelve year old wine and I discovered all past declarations were empty…”
We were in a desert. The road on our journey was dry and desolate. Vultures circled over herds of cows in [ . . . ]
I stepped into the glaring sunlight of Seville like a sullen teenager. I grumbled at the passing people like an old man. There was no doubt about it, I was suffering from “it’s-too-early-and-I-need-a-proper-coffee”.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes yawning softly finally noticing the [ . . . ]
The sun caressed the horizon in welcome while kissing my cheeks with warmth.
We wandered through rows of houses and stickiness filled our nostrils with warning to the searing day ahead. Wasps swarmed around water fountains foraging the neighbouring flowers, and the growl of our stomachs [ . . . ]