There’s a disgraceful tendency to write about the über-rural province of Huesca as if all the brains drained from it a long time ago. No more, for it has just held a cutting-edge event dealing with the latest in media and technology. Shame the only blog post I’ve seen–from Mariano Gistaín–is of two people fixing…
Apparently (via Onze Taal) a Serbian village is changing its name from Smrdić (“old and dirty”) to Izvor (“spring”). Said Smilja Kostic: “All the young people used to leave the village because they were ashamed to live in a place with such a name.” This seems to me dubious reasoning: despite its tempting name, there…
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.
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…
I met this bloke at around nine last Sunday morning as I was cycling along the old road from Manresa to Calaf on my way to the Aragonese Pyrenees. As you probably won’t be able to discern from this appalling photo–it was raining and I was quite surprised–he was brown and dishevelled, accompanied by a…