Dolphin Watching in Gibraltar
When I found myself in Gibraltar last Autumn, I couldn't resist the opportunity of going on a short boat trip to watch the dolphins that populate the Strait between Spain and Morocco.
When I found myself in Gibraltar last Autumn, I couldn't resist the opportunity of going on a short boat trip to watch the dolphins that populate the Strait between Spain and Morocco.
You know how sometimes you find a place that gives you that particular feeling of contentment without really being able to pinpoint why? Deal is one of those places. With its tranquil quaintness and its one-of-a-kind beach, the small seaside town has it all, without ever being overwhelming.
Here’s the most fascinating artefact I have seen in a museum in a while (and I am a bit of a museum rat): the Phaistos Disc, currently on display at the Heraklion Archeological Museum.
Every month, I write about three things I really liked as a way to reflect upon the good things. In January 2020, it was Typh Barrow, the Dead Canary in Cardiff, and Morgans in Swansea.
I know I am going to sound a little crazy, but hear me out: for all its fame, I believe that Marbella is insanely underrated. I don't care much for its super touristy seafront, and I have nothing charitable to say about Puerto Banús, its harbour, its luxury shops, or its peculiar brand of holiday-makers, but I do love the old town of Marbella.
Located in the province of Málaga (Andalucía), Ronda is definitely worth spending the day going up and down the mountain path.
Now that I am re-learning Spanish after almost ten years of not using it, I am reflecting on the best strategies to learn a language, which I thought might come in handy to some of you. Here's my no-nonsense rundown, based on my own experience as a serial language learner.
It is easy to miss the obvious sometimes, like when you cannot find your glasses because they are sitting on your nose — or when you don't see the large military facility that's hidden within one of the world's most famous landmarks. After years of passing it by, I have finally visited Fan Bay Deep Shelter, a curious place with a serendipitous history.
The ship approaches Spinalonga at a leisurely pace. The island looks like a yellow scar on the face of the tranquil Mediterranean azure. The sun is slowly reaching its zenith, and the heat weighs heavily on the passengers despite the marine breeze. More often than not, tour operators sell the excursion as a nice outing for the whole family. Yet, I see very few children on board, as if the idyllic pictures on the brochures couldn’t make up for the tragic atmosphere that surrounds the islet.