From the Ocean to the Page

I’m writing a book. There, I admitted it. In fact, I’d go further than that; I’ve almost written a book. People have written about their travels for thousands of years and…

It’s Not Where You Are it’…

It’s not where you are, it’s what you do I find myself tangled in a ball of wool often. I’m not a knitter. The wool is in my head and…

The Sun also Sets: Dancing with Bulls …

[This is an excerpt from my travel memoir, In Bed with the Atlantic…] I’d been excited about seeing the famous tourada à corda (literally bull on rope) because, unlike Portuguese…

Drinking Pisco in Peru

  ‘Wait, he wants us to drink more?’ the harshly beautiful American girl standing next to me gives me a look of horror that utilises all her facial muscles. I…

Drunk at the Morning Fish Market

The Cava hits the bottom of the glass for the third time and I know I’m in trouble. I can’t say no though. ‘In Spain, with this, there’s no such…