For those kind souls who are regular readers of my blog, you’ll be well aware of my great admiration for Andalucía. Its white washed...

‘Entrecastillos’, Spanish for between castles, and also the name of a small tapas bar that we visited last week in La Viña, the old...

This afternoon whilst driving around the magical island of Crete I came across the Suda Bay War Cemetery. Nestled on the outskirts of...

It’s often difficult and almost always unfair to judge a place when it’s raining. For that reason and that reason alone, we hopped on the...

There’s an electricity up there, somewhere beyond the clouds, the neon signs, and mahogany ceiling fans. Unseen, but there. Like a...

The Benito Villamarín A two hour train ride from Malaga, itself one of Western Europe’s oldest cities and a fine one at that, followed...