I'm ashamed to say that when I think of a Spaniard, I immediately think of the Mediterranean machismo type in a stretchy speedo, slinking around the sun drenched beaches of the…
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We stood, panting slightly, looking out over the pristine valley. Far off in the distance, I could just make out Girona’s cathedral spire, nestled in amongst the tree tops. “Just breathe…
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I’ve been back at home in London for almost two weeks now. It’s been a definite shock to the system: after six months and fifty different beds, I’m back on my…