Check out Jayne over at Pyrenean Notes, who’s plugging the fiesta in Plan, up in the Huescan Pyrenees, and writing about other interesting stuff like mountain walking.
The novel is progressing. I’ve hit the 50K mark and plot and characters are showing signs of improvement, partly because I’m putting a bit more time into research and a bit less into peripatetic weird shit collection. One of the puzzles I’m working through at the moment is the lack of a sub-Saharan chiliastic movement…
Hippies think that dolmens, as well as being graves, are there to kill people on or point out the stars. I think it’s much simpler: nature is very bad at propping several stones upright and capping them with another, so a dolmen is a sign that there are humans around and they are smarter than…
Nick Lloyd notes that “The spread of mad cows disease into Spain means that, following EU rules, dead cows, sheep and goats can no longer be left in the countryside, and must be destroyed.” Fortunately for Brussels this is not all that remains of a sheep but one of Spain’s rarest creatures, the Aragonese albino…
A friend out walking in the Aragonese pre-Pyrenees the other day came across an old farmhouse in the middle of nowhere that was obviously in the final stages of conversion to a country grillhouse. Inside she discovered a man and a woman, surrounded by empty bottles of beer, paralytically drunk. The man was from Rumania,…
Ja se’n va el tren d’Olotfent xup, xup,se’n va el tren d’Olot. Surt quan voli arriba quan pot;fent xup, xup,se’n va el tren d’Olot.Popular The real news this morning is, as always, from Aragon. In a development that will bankrupt Ladbrokes when I collect, Chairman Alf/Warren Mitchell has led the Chunta Aragonesista to a 0.04…
