This delightful whodunnit had us salivating as Comisario Moreno, from a fictitious town on the coast called Molinos, eats his way through the villages of Las Alpujarras to solve a murder in Juviles (this town, and others mentioned, are real). Moreno, who reminds us of a corpulent Inspector Montalbano (a popular TV series), enlists the help of Rick … Continue reading
Late afternoon in the garden, as we watched the birds hover above the lawn like over-sized hummingbirds plucking insects from the air, two women appeared in the lower field. At first they seemed like lost children drifting silently towards us from a scene in The Amazing Mr Blunden. They’d come to check out our casista (they … Continue reading
Tucked away in a locked room in Órgiva is a collection of books that have one thing in common: they are all versions of Cervantes’s Don Quixote – or, to give it its full Spanish title: ‘El ingenioso hidalgo don Quijote de la Mancha‘. A framed newspaper clipping states that the public library, where the books … Continue reading
As you can imagine, the grass grows very quickly here in Spain, especially in the garden where the acequia waters flood the land each week. Here’s a photograph we took of some long grass in early evening sunlight.
Perhaps we didn’t concentrate in that lesson about the birds and the bees. Walking home yesterday afternoon we came across these two dogs in, er, conversation. A bit of research later tells us that it’s the posit-coital position after they mated. Apparently after Goldie dismounted he would still be ‘locked’ inside Scruffs for quite a … Continue reading
One of the benefits of running our blog is discovering others and reading interesting posts. We’re just a tiny drop in the ocean of blogs that are out there. Often we’re alerted to new posts via Twitter (@ConJamonSpain) but understand not everybody uses it. On the subject of Twitter, we disagree with those who say: … Continue reading
Yesterday we tweeted to Isabel Gallardo who works at Lanjarón’s tourist office. On several occasions we’ve walked passed a magnificent, but run-down, building on the road west out of town that goes to Granada. In fact, there are several buildings of note in this part of town, including Hotel España that the poet Lorca and … Continue reading
A short climb and we sit down; Lanjarón‘s white-washed toothy grin looking back at us. Cauliflower clouds block the sun over olive groves like a painter’s watercolour wash. We look as far as we can across the mountains and imagine a man’s last view. Witnessing a death 500 years on. One last stand – and … Continue reading