The Vespa will always be synonymous to me with an early teenage crush on a neighbour who used to almost live in his garage tinkering with..
Unbeknowst to many, the north western corner of Catalonia, much like the north western corner of my own country, has its own ‘lake..
I used to think happiness was a steaming bowl of soup, a luscious, rich ice cream or chicken slowly barbecued with lots of spices. I was..
Unless you live in the neighbourhood of Sants you’ll probably never stumble upon the small and unassuming Bangkok Cafe perched at the end..
Last summer someone special arrived in Barcelona en route from his Greek family heartland. From his stuffed suitcase I was showered with..
The post-Christmas festivities, although tinged with sadness at leaving loved ones back on the island, are not tainted in Barcelona by..
Grey November skies and what seems to have been almost a fortnight of a constant deluge of rain (I can almost hear the non-sympathy vote..