Spanish social meeting etiquette for dummies

Hanging out with Spaniards is no picnic for us, foreigners. So if you are not too familiar with Spanish social life, you may want to read this post before attending an unofficial, friends-only gathering in Spain. Read and learn (from my mistakes)! Thank me later! First thing you should know, Spaniards love chatting. They love touching

The Spanish way of “Hadaka no tsukiai”. Nudity coves in Murcia.

I would have never thought that Spain could change me THAT much. And even in much more ways than I am keen to acknowledge. We’ll talk about it one day (or if I get drunk, or binge eat two bags of Brownie Batter Oreo getting myself on a sugar high, and then accidently and shamelessly

I was rescued by Spanish “Jesus” in Peña Amaya, Burgos.

Things never seem to turn out how I imagine they will. I don’t know if it’s because my expectations are too airy, or if they aren’t airy enough. I am pretty sure that on each hiking trip I take; the universe plays me like a puppet. And I believe, my terrible sense of direction and

Orbaneja del Castillo, Spanish Venice in Burgos.

When I was 18 my parents sent me to a summer English camp in Spain. Hot, sunny summer in Blanes, Costa Brava. You see in terms of learning investment it was a huge waste of money, right? After all these years I can’t even remember how our classes looked like (was I skipping them on a

“Pinta Malasaña” – the epicenter of urban art in Madrid

I don’t trust people who claim to love rainy weather. If you love sad dark grey skies, depressive mode and being stuck inside while becoming crankier than you already are, and then snapping at everyone well, we most probably won’t get along. It was raining cats and dogs the whole past week in Madrid. And

El Chilango Mexican Restaurant, Madrid

I really don’t want to brag, but I have been know as a Mexican food lover for quite some time now. Well ok, freak might better describe my love of Mexican cuisine. And mind you, I am also known as kind of a good cook of Mexican dishes. So every time I am recommended a great

Spanish Sangria – to drink, or not to drink?

Let’s get it straight once for all. Sangría is not a Spanish national drink. Yes, I am aware of the fact that you probably have been told the opposite. And yes, I know how cute the little bottles of Sangría in Spanish gift shops are, right?  This may surprise you but we don’t buy Sangría

Food porn: trying Cantabrian partridge in Santander

Since Lena Dunham happened to the feminist world, there is no shame in admitting being a weirdo. Which I am. Or how my family would say, “peculiar”, “unusual” and “restless” girl (and believe me, they don’t mean it in the good way. It is more a fixed answer for all the WHY on Earth your

An open letter to dog owners in Madrid downtown who let their dogs shit on the street and have enough gall to leave the poop there.

This is an open letter to dog owners in Madrid downtown (La Latina neighborhood) who let their dogs shit on the street and have enough gall to leave the poop there. Note 1: This is directed only to owners of big dogs. I actually don’t mind seeing a teeny tiny poop on the street from

Wine and sunny winter beach Saturday in Santander? Hell yeah!

There is a bizarre “thing” I have experienced lately. No, I don’t mean my neighbour screaming every morning, who I have never seen in my life (even though we’ve shared a wall separating our apartments for the last 2 years), but I am totally up-to-date with her shitty life and family/love problems. It’s simply disturbing