I spent the last few days of 2015 exploring Granada in glorious sunshine. It’s difficult to believe that this city is the same size as Edinburgh, it has such a switched on urban feel to it. I visited it once before, back in my broke student days, and while I really made the most of the little time and money I had to see most sights, it felt like there was so much more to discover. Read on »
Returning to Andalucía felt like coming home. None of those mixed feelings I had in Barcelona, this time around. I spent New Years Eve in stunning Granada, but I’m also going on hikes all around Sierra de las Nieves and heading back to Seville, the wonderful city I used to live in during my last year of university.
I resolved to Read on »
I feel so conflicted every time I visit Barcelona, such a complicated place I have a complete love/hate relationship with.
I still remember very clearly the very first time I went, the very first day, standing on top of Park Güell, looking out over the city and calling my mother to tell her that I’m moving to Barcelona in six months’ time. And I did exactly that. As a visitor, the place mesmerised me on first sight, but living there was a very different cup of tea. Read on »
At one point I lived and loved this vibrant city, used to know it both as a tourist and as a local, like the back of my hand.
Then I moved to Scotland and haven’t been back in absolute ages. D’s never even visited. So we flew out last Thursday and head back this arvo – stay tuned for a travel diary on Friday.