Memories of Plaza Real Barcelona

Here Are My Memories of Plaza Real – Barcelona Here’s what I love about the Plaza Real Barcelona. The palm trees swayed silently, and the sky was pink. The mountains were as pale as clouds in the distance, whilst the spires of ancient churches were silhouetted against the rising sun. The arched colonnades lent an Read more about Memories of Plaza Real Barcelona[…]

Music: the food of love? Or memories?

Music – it may well be the food of love, but it’s certainly the food of memories   From squeezing my European bottom into a tiny Vietnamese plastic café chair by the side of Highway One, while ‘Hotel California’ blared from a transistor radio, to squatting in a light aircraft 10,000 feet above the Namibian Read more about Music: the food of love? Or memories?[…]

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