Looking for Westeros in Girona
Girona feels like an overlooked city, simply passed by many on their way to and from Barcelona. I did this myself a decade ago, but this time I will do my best to explore the streets and alleys.
Entries with tag spain
The identity of Barcelona
It feels good to be back in Barcelona. The city is a very inviting mix of urban chic, historic flair and Mediterranean vibes. But the Catalan shouts for independence grows ever larger.
Sessions in Seville
Seville may be the city of Carmen, Don Juan and a certain barber. But today I’m roaming the ancient streets in the footsteps of a foreigner. Traces of Christopher Columbus can be found all over Andalusia.
Raiding Algeciras
The city of Algeciras have sometimes been mentioned as the most ugly town of entire Spain. Even though the harbor is a disaster due to the refinery, I can think of far worse places.
Eating my way through Basque country
Greetings from San Sebastian in the Basque country. I’ve been to Spain many times before, but this part of the country has always eluded me. Situated in the north of Spain in the Bay of Biscay, San Sebastian is probably the best known of the Belle Époque resorts along the coast.
Back in the land of tapas
So I am back in Spain, the land of tapas. Currently staying with a friend here in Madrid who has an amazing roof terrace outside his apartment, where we’ve spent long evenings with great tapas and cold drinks. However, as this is my 4th visit to the country and 3rd to Madrid, it feels great to have explored the surroundings a bit more than last time.
Barcelona bicing
I just came back from the Catalonia region of eastern Spain, where we rented a car and roamed through beautiful Mediterranean villages. In Barcelona, I noticed some people riding red bikes. This is actually called Bicing, a big thing right now. During 2007, over 100 bike stations has been constructed in the city, strategically located near metro and bus stations.
Welcome to Hotel Barajas
During the weekend, we revisited Madrid to say hello to a friend and have some tapas. That was the good part. The bad part was the flight home. Me and Emelie got up at 4 AM and catched a cab outside the Atocha station. That trip presented no problem and we arrived at Barajas two hours before the flight departure.
