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
Indian summer in an Andalucian pueblo
A violent storm one night last week had the pueblo thinking summer was finally over. It’s been so searingly hot for months there were those of us who breathed a … 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
August in an Andalucian pueblo
Summer is over. Well, at least it is for most of the tourists that flock to Conil over July and August. Though the lanes and alleys still throng, the beaches … 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
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
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
A morning stroll about an Andalusian fishermen’s barrio
The higgledy-piggledy piles of old houses hugging the hillside to the north of Conil de la Frontera is known as the barrio de Pescadores; the fishermen’s quarter. Lying just beyond the old … Continue reading
Bryan Hemming 