Moving Forward...

Plenty of time to reflect . The scents of flowers and green leaves in the gardens of Sevilla are refreshing and raise your spirits, and are if anything only intensified by the rain. This is an excellent city.

A photo constitutes merely an insult to the true beauty of the magnificent Alcazar. I read up on the building, yet was ill-prepared for its subtle brilliance. Location: heart of the city, next to the main square.

Arabic tilings strike a chord with me, with their repetitive geometrical shapes graced with many subtleties. There will be more to come .

Will not get you laid, will get you around town. Cycling makes me happy!

Nazarenos of one of many processions during Semana Santa (Holy week of Easter).

Dutch literature.

Sevilla’s Cathedral and Giralda is vast and impressive. The main altar, however, is just pornography. The gold, silver, saints, works of art all numb your eyes.

The pasos are carried around town by men for up to 12 hours…

You’re not the only one in Sevilla during Semana Santa.

Everything is nice about Salamanca: a rather international student-dominated town with a historical center bulking with bars, which can be easily be explored on foot. Still, it didn´t work for me. Have some trouble finding interesting people to talk to and the room next to mine is home to a dozen babies . The Cathedrales are magnificent, though.

Splendid stairs, yet impossible to really show it in one picture – these people loved what they were creating.

The new Cathedral, inside is the entry to the old Cathedral.

Botafumeiro: an amazing and odd tradition… yes, there have been accidents.


Follow Moon around the world.

A nice walk through the parks of Santiago.

Drinking ´canyas´ with German girls…

… and this is what you need the morning after, the unforgiving coffees of Spain.

A quiet middle-sized town in beautiful Asturias. The weather is rather agressive, which bears its own beauty. A nice place to rest and get over my annoying cold. Despite the winds, the temperature is rising to some 15 degrees Celsius though.

Fiesta de San Jozef – surely something to celebrate big-time. Catchas of kalimotxo keep the blood flowing, a mix of red wine and coca cola (don´t let the French hear about this)… By 6 am you´re drunk and hyper . Thanks for bringing me along Itstaso!

Oh yes, there was also Sidra. You need this as the party is outside.

Judith and Mark brought me to an erasmus-party, lots of Anglosaxon students in the mood for a party… nice.

Idoia is a teacher and therefor not allowed to wear tabacco-branded clothing. This doesn´t stop her from drinking San Miguel at 1.30 pm though.

And there appears to be something of a Guggenheim here.

Broken by the fiestas, I head to Gijon to recover.

Don´t worry: you´ll know where to run when the bulls come…

Isn´t this stunning?

Autobusses are fast and cheap: eur 3.50 for this 1 hour ride!

Did I mention it is really cold here?

San Sebastian Beauty.

The first pintxos…

For now, you can leave your sun block in your backpack.

The English pub – Basque style, that is.

Freedom is to have only one key with you and not even need it, really.

Bonjour a Paris.

Valentin et Virginie.

Gevapi – not for the weak.