What if behind every shopfront was a story, behind every facade a personal tale? Well, in an old neighbourhood in...
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Cervantes and Lorca in Madrid - this was not the first time we had met. The first time I came...
Mini Exhibitions in Madrid, eh? I'm sitting in a familiar groove. On the metro, an Irish backside slides in familiar...
Imagine meeting the walking, talking embodiments of ancient, universal culture, with hands that have mastered the conductor’s baton and composer’s...
Are you alone on St. Patrick's Day in Jakarta? Yes, it looks like this Indonesian city will be hosting a...
Translating Santa Muerte was wild. If you are familiar with AMC's hit show Breaking Bad, you may remember two twins...
Eamon de Valera and comely maidens. The title of this blog post will jump out at anyone who is Irish...
Hipster sausages, hipster prices - it's all food for thought. Excuse me dear, I'm hungry tonight. Leopold Bloom, Ulysses. (more…)
This may be an unfamiliar recipe for an Irishman's philosophy of teaching, but here it is: Take a well-known airline...
What's in a name? If you stand in any classroom in Madrid, and possibly Spain, a strange thing is happening....
Satori identity. This was an alien concept to me, until I came across Kerouac. Jack Kerouac's book Satori in Paris is...
I’ve lost count of the number of times I have seen someone piss on a car in Lavapiés, but it's...
