Scunnered in Barcelona
Or, how a peace-loving vegetarian was turned into a screaming banshee googling ‘shooting ranges in Barcelona’. This wasn’t the...
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Barcelona and the two faces of...
January in Barcelona has the ability to sidle its way innocuously into your life. There’s none of the wailing and gnashing of teeth...
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‘To flit’ in Scotland means to move house. I like the winsomeness of the word. Its sound, its capriciousness, its way of conveying so...
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Saturday 5am An inner evacuation process has begun. The pup whines, looks confused, and licks the back of my leg in sympathy. 3pm I...
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This wasn’t quite how I’d imagined writing my next blog post – one-fingered, elbow cranked at an angle to work...
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Blog guilt has been plaguing me recently. I am patently not Prolific Enough. This particular form of self-reproach is a new...
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What the hell's a guiri in a rowboat?
Guiri is one of those words, like feminist or peely-wally, that I want to reclaim. Locals use it to refer to tourists - you know the ones - who stick out a million miles. No matter how long I live in Barcelona, that's always going to be me. (P.S. While Barça locally refers to the football team, Brits use Barca as shorthand for the whole city.) 
