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 →

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If We Were Having Coffee… What’s Next Is Now

If we were having coffee, I’d say that moving to a new area where you don’t know anybody can be a challenge and moving to a new country even more so. Although my Spanish is reasonable, there can still be a language and cultural barrier at times which can be frustrating, but that’s part and... 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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