Ah, the ingénue I was a mere eight months ago. Armed with my Collins pocket dictionary, nowhere to live and not knowing anyone in Barcelona, there I was, fulminating at the cash I perpetually seem to owe Ryanair and en … Continue reading →
Guiri is one of those words, like feminist or peely-wally, that I want to reclaim. Locals use it to refer to tourists - you know the ones - who stick out a million miles. No matter how long I live in Barcelona, that is always going to be me.