We found this place by chance like everything that happens to us since we started traveling by bicycle. After stopping to evaluate the surroundings, we entered the property through a large tree-lined avenue covered by an extensive carpet of green…

Travelling on foot and by bike is an experience of absolute vulnerability. It is the act of recycling as many fears as you can and transforming them into a certainty that is: what you get is what you have and…

I was riding my bike on a countryside paved road, those narrow ones that abound in rural France. On both sides, segments of groves and farms surrounded by cereal fields. The night before I had stayed on the side of…

Today marks a week since I started this challenge of writing at least 750 words a day and, let me be clear in this, I am very excited. In these 7 days I have strived to complete my task and…

Autumn afternoon standing by the fences of the local Slaughterhouse, observing the corrals for the cattle's that were to be sacrificed the next day. They will arrive soon. I am alone and distant from the urban area, a few meters…

"My wife" -the man slightly moves his head towards the window that overlooks the pool- "are abandoning me with the boy who's with her right now." There are times when I think people perceive me as if I were a…

"I saw you lying on the side of the road yesterday, what happened to you?" I look up at the retired-looking man standing next to my table. People in rural Spain are very close and make the move to talk…

I start the walk by pushing the bike, slowly. Occasionally I hear the sound of what I think is a snake placing its tail vertically. I follow with my gaze the white paint of the pavement, in a straight line,…

I find it hard to take root. But I'm making it. There's no other way to do it but by writing. Writing was a long-time obsession for me. I was writing in a travel notebook in the first few months…