Smiles, it seems are a cultural thing. The Spanish do not indulge in the habit where strangers are concerned. Brits and Aussies bestow them fairly liberally, I suppose it’s a mixture of politeness and signalling non-aggressive intent. My smiles are automatic, but were rarely returned in Spain. From an outsider’s perspective the Spanish are a …
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Moorish is moreish
Cordoba has always been a melting pot and today is no different. We wander through streets thick with milling tourists, and for the first time we have struck gold with the marketing opportunities. Tacky tourist shops line the narrow streets. Tiles and dolls, frocks and leather vie for attention. All very expensive and very, very …
The Rain in Spain
The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain. Except that today it fell mainly on us and we were in the hills. Hornachuelos, the gateway to the Sierra Morena. What name could me more enticing and more Spanish? It perches on a ridge formed by two ravines. In the time of my novel, it …
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