A village secret

Ana swished her skirts around shapely brown ankles as she wandered the cobbled streets. Her leather shoes made a soft scuffing sound against the old stone as she walked, both materials worn smooth by years of use. She was only a few minutes from home, the brown door waiting for her, just a few stairs …

the Alhambra

I wanted to put up some photos of the Alhambra, before it gets too late and they are inevitably buried in the myriad of photos that seem to accumulate while travelling, only to be unearthed by a rogue slideshow when we finally return home. It was a breathtaking visit. We woke up early, heeding the …

la mezquita

Today was a definite highlight. We woke up in Córdoba, a beautiful old city that somehow manages to feel intimate, like a village that you’ve lived in for months. It was early, and the rain had just stopped falling. Out on the street the air was cool, dirty puddles resting between the ancient cobbles. I …

halfway up the steps of the Calvario

The day is warm, the sweat beads on my upper lip and the sun warmed stones beneath me are slippery against my skin. The sun is waning behind me, dropping lower and lower towards the horizon, casting shadows that grow longer with each passing moment. The village clock chimes once, a high, solo note, signalling …