La Romería de San Sebastián 2018 – Conil de la Frontera
Si hay un santo para vagar borracho en el campo, tiene que ser San Sebastián. Oficialmente, es el santo patrón de la peste bubónica, pero no hay mucha necesidad de eso … Continue reading
Winter sneaks into an Andalucian pueblo
Though November arrived in the pueblo some weeks ago, summer stayed put. Like an old friend overstaying his welcome he wouldn’t budge. Despite all the hints. We were still fond … Continue reading
Feria de Conil 2017
Summer holiday seasons end on the same note as they begin in Conil, with a big bang. In the first week of June, the season kicks of with a funfair … Continue reading
July in an Andalucian pueblo
By the end of July the field of sunflowers near our home had dried to sooty stalks bearing blackened faces. I have recorded their progress since May. The last day … Continue reading
La noche de San Juan – Conil
Seems like ages since we had a fiesta down in the pueblo. Could even be a couple of weeks or more. No worries, last night was La noche de San … Continue reading
June in Cádiz
When it gets too hot in the province of Cádiz wiser heads take to the city. Cádiz is full of shady lanes and alleys harbouring little bars and restaurants. Here the … Continue reading
Romería de Conil 2016
Unbelievable as it may seem, nearly a whole month has elapsed since Christmas Day. With New Year’s celebrations three weeks behind us, and Dia del Reyes more than a fortnight ago, the … Continue reading
Christmas ain’t over till the bag lady sings
The festive season in Spain just keeps on giving. Even when you fall to your knees begging it to stop. Here in sleepy old Conil de la Frontera, January 5th … Continue reading
Goodbye 2016 and good riddance!
Normally, I try to be in bed by ten at the latest on New Year’s Eve. That’s if Angelica doesn’t catch me and make me stay up till midnight. This … Continue reading
The Clay Figurine
“We should share our stuff,” Newton said to me after forgetting to bring his compass and protractor for geometry class. Sounded fair enough. “From now on, what’s yours is mine … Continue reading
Sniffin’ about an Andalusian pueblo at Easter
The other evening, Angelica and I went for a sniff about the pueblo to see what was up. It being Good Friday, the town’s Easter cabalgata was in full swing. … Continue reading
Shuffling through the sand in Andalusia
That the English word ‘holiday’ derives from the Old English hāligdæg or holy day, whereas día de fiesta — the Spanish term for holiday — translates into ‘party day’, serves only to reinforce a telling cultural difference between the Spanish and … Continue reading
Bryan Hemming 