Almost as soon as I got back from the Story Tellers’ conference, I plunged into a storm of tour guiding. El Time, La Zarza and the Roque one day, a walking tour of Santa Cruz at the weekend, down the south for volcanoes and wine and up north to the laurel forest and rum factory. In the process, I was paid to eat salad, cheese, sponge cake, bananas, and chocolate…
Tomorrow I’m off to another conference, this time a 3-day one for storytelling. Not the advertising technique, the “Once upon a time…” type of oral storytelling. Last year was the first one and I met a wonderful bunch of people, so I’m really looking forward to meeting them all again and seeing them perform. The catch (and maybe the best part) is that I’ll be performing too. You see, I…
I’m appalled. Well of course I am. So many innocent people just trying to have a peaceful night out. In what universe is this justified? And in what universe does it make sense to attack refugees fleeing from the same appalling idiology? Look, the enemy isn’t Muslims. The enemy is hate and violence. “The bully doesn’t fight because he wants to win; he fights because he wants a world in…
. I’m back home and feeling an intermittent tap against my toes as they touch the ground now and then. The conference was great! WABAS stands for Writers and Blogger in Spain but we were a very diverse group, including a market researcher, a virtual assistant, a flamenco dancer and an English teacher. I signed up for it because I felt I needed to get off my hamster wheel in…
It’s been a mad busy week, but tonight I’m off to a writer’s conference in Malaga. I’ll be back on Monday night (and tour guiding on Tuesday morning).
This blog hasn’t had many photos lately, so here’s a few taken of the artwork in Hacienda de Abajo. I don’t know anything about the horse and the (presumably) Chinese statue, I just like them. There’s a tale attached to the saint with a big sore on his leg and a dog, but I was at the back of the group so I missed the saint’s name. Anybody know?