Ten years ago I popped over to Spain to teach some English, pick up some Spanish, and learn the flamenco guitar. I only planned on staying for about a year, but a certain señorita (ex-student and now wife, and mother of our young boy and baby dughter) trapped me, made me fall in love with her, and has kept me under her leash ever since.
It took me a while to really settle over here. Deep down I’m a traveller. I’d just arrived after a two-year round the world adventure so it was hard going keeping my feet in the same country, little own the same city, for such a long time. If I hadn’t met my wife, I’d probably be teaching English in the depths of Tibet, finding myself in India, or, god forbid, teaching Economics at a secondary school back home in London.
The adventure of being a guiri (foreigner) in Andalucìa has been an exhausting one, both mentally and emotionally. A Novel Spain is my way of expressing to the world how I see life over here: the highs and lows, fun and annoying moments, fictitious and real stories, and perhaps some advice on the way.
I hope you enjoy reading my blogs. Take it with a pinch of salt. Ten years in Seville has done some strange things to me.