The amazing connection between Basque and Irish music
An Irishman Playing the Alboka: Irish & Basque Music
Madrid: Diplomats, Embassies and Bed Sheets
A walk through a neighbourhood in Madrid, which is home to diplomats, embassies and a lot of history.
Fitting In: How The Irish Became Spanish
In our previous article, we discussed how the Irish came to Spain. It was a eulogy for the death of Gaelic Ireland and an essay on the uncertain future of those newly […]
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.
The Pigs Are Dead
Excuse me dear, I’m hungry tonight. Leopold Bloom, Ulysses.
Double-Justified: Gaeilge & Self-Realization
Many years ago, I was asked a make or break question at the end of an interview. It was for what was to be my first language teaching job.
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, […]
Words Perched on Branches: The Language of Beauty
There are as many languages in the world as visions of the realities we live in.
Take a bow Damien Duff: Beating the Spanish
Take a bow, Damien Duff. Damien Duff has been a lot of things: Irish flair player and captain, a title winner with Chelsea, a losing Europa League finalist with Fulham, a local […]
How Damien Duff Terrorized the Spanish
Damien Duff has been a lot of things: Irish flair player and captain, a title winner with Chelsea, a losing Europa League finalist with Fulham, a local hero with Shamrock Rovers, underage […]
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
Irish Slice of Madrid 