A walk through a neighbourhood in Madrid, which is home to diplomats, embassies and a lot of history.
Madrid: Diplomats, Embassies and Bed Sheets
The Pigs Are Dead
Excuse me dear, I’m hungry tonight. Leopold Bloom, Ulysses.
The Pigs Are Dead: Hipster Sausages
Hipster sausages, hipster prices – it’s all food for thought. Excuse me dear, I’m hungry tonight. Leopold Bloom, Ulysses.
An Irishman’s Philosophy of Teaching in Madrid
Take a well-known airline brand, well-attired air hostesses, confident and famous footballers, and mix them together. The result is a clever and inspired promotional video.
What’s In A Name?
If you stand in any classroom in Madrid, and possibly Spain, a strange thing is happening.
Talking Terraces: The Best 3 Spots in Madrid
The terrace culture is Madrid.
Satori Identity Explorer/What I learned about travelling from Jack Kerouac
Satori identity. This was an alien concept to me, until I came across Kerouac. Jack Kerouac’s book Satori in Paris is a tangled mess of ideas, references and internalized in-jokes, which is to […]
Satori: Identity Explorer/What I learned about travelling from Jack Kerouac
Jack Kerouac’s book Satori in Paris is a tangled mess of ideas, references and internalized in-jokes, which is to say, in-jokes he shares with himself, rather than with a drinking buddy or cabal of […]
Lavapiés Stories: Home to You and Me
I’ve lost count of the number of times I have seen someone piss on a car in Lavapiés, but it’s another yarn in a list of Lavapiés stories. This wash feet barrio […]
Lavapiés is home to you and me
I’ve lost count of the number of times I have seen someone piss on a car in Lavapiés. This wash feet barrio does exactly that; uncharacteristic raindrops, characteristic pissing from homeless people, […]
Madrid’s Strange Tea Secrets
To drink in Madrid’s strange tea secrets, let’s start with a quote: I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea. Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from the Underground
Madrid’s Exotic Tea Secrets
I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea. Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from the Underground
