Sky Full Of Morning Stars

It’s 6am on the first day of November and quite dark outside. I couldn’t sleep and so I tiptoed through the house so as not to wake Mrs Cortado and our dog Grace to go outside and get my phone which I’d left in the car. On my way back, I promptly dropped it (clearly... Continue Reading →

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Nothing Like A Coffee And Some Time

I'm sitting on a lovely, ever-so-slightly battered brown sofa in my favourite bar (Cafe Cyrano) in Almería, my recently adopted 'big city', listening to my new favourite album ('Hey Mr Ferryman' by Mark Eitzel) with a cortado coffee and an orange juice. I've just put my car in for a service. Not a big deal... Continue Reading →

Where Everybody Knows Your Name…

After seemingly years of spending time in anonymous (inter)national chain cafes, bars and restaurants, it's such a pleasure having your favourite place where everybody knows your name - though admittedly, Jason often causes a few challenges for the Spanish tongue... It doesn't matter whether it's for breakfast, lunch, dinner, tapas or just a coffee, the... Continue Reading →

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