A small accomodation between Lagos and Portimao. The fresh morning ocean breeze, the warming sun and the green nature. 

When Portugal stands for Paradise. 

Relaxing, surfing, snorkling, horse riding, hiking. Seafood and wines. Extremelly gentle people that never smile, a typical sign of portugueses. 

The more I visit this country, the more I love it.



Fear of loneliness


I was in Taipei, finally I was walking the streets of Taiwan. Finally I could see those famous temples. And there I was taking a picture of this beautiful dragon’s smoke.

Then a dog barked in the temple.

Cats yes, but dog no. I never saw dogs in a temple, the best friend of men is not allowed.
But he was there and his voice was subtle. It was not a strong bark, it was like a prayer.

I turned around and started looking at the crowed. Most of the people were trowing jiaobei on the floor hoping to change their destiny and wishing for a favourable response. Some where lighting incense, others burning prayers.  A group of women were posing flowers on an altar and a young couple taking a picture near a statue.

And, sitting on a step, she was.

Alone, in the middle of the crowd, holding her dog in her arms.

An old woman, with white hair, with her dog on her lap. She looked poor and her eyes were sweet. Our sights crossed, I smiled and bowed my head. She returned me the sweetest of smiles. Nobody was seeing her? Or probably nobody wanted to see her.

In Asia I hardly ever saw people having a dog. There are cases but it’s quite uncommon compared to Europe, above all is quite uncommon in older generations. But she was different, she loved a dog.

I stepped aside behind a column and watched her pray with her dog on her lap.
She wasn’t there praying for herself and she was probably the only one in the whole temple really praying. And she was praying for the men’s best friend that filled her life with love. For that furry creature that barked away loneliness from her life.

My eyes were full of tears.
I went to the young couple taking selfies with a stick and asked them for an incense to burn. They looked at me thinking “what a weirdo”.

Then I went in front of the statue of a Buddha and I lit that stick and wished for the women and the dog to find peace. I wished that she were never again to fear loneliness like today.
I wished that the spirit of my grandmother and my grandmother’s dog would visit her in a dream to bring her and her dog peace.

Then I looked for one last time at that women and her dog. They were spreading love to each other from their eyes. Their mutual affection was pure. They were each others’ best friend and I hope they will never fear loneliness again.

We as humans, receive more love from dogs.
We call dogs our best friends because we forgot how to be the best friend to each other.

I left the temple.

A quiche in Malaga?

Living in Malaga is amazing. The sun, the landscape, the food. But.. there are those days in which you have a craving for a non-Spanish food and it is not as easy to satisfy your desire as it would be in a big metropolitan city such as New York or London.

Here you need to know where to go and when!

What if you get a craving for French food after you have been cycling by the beach? Where to find that French flavour and enjoy a fresh well made quiche?

At the beginning I just accepted the idea that it would just not happen. That Malaga is in the South of Spain and not in the South of France and I just had to live with it but, I was wrong! This city offer some remarkable French food options.

Here is an example for you.


There is no photoshop in this, it really looks this good! Want to have a slice as well?

The secret location is of the most unusual: inside the Alianza Francesa de Malaga, here, in the pure city centre at Calle Beates 36.

If you will have the chance to taste their food, please let me know what you think.

As guilty as it gets!

Deep fried + sugar + chocolate = super guilty = pure pleasure.
This equation is the mathematical explanation of Churros con Chocolate.

Take a look at what I am talking about.


As odd as it can sound to many of us, in Spain there is the tradition of making thick fingers of deep friend dough and soaking them into a cup of dark hot chocolate.

At first, I looked at this combination with a great deal of suspicion but then I decided to do it the Spanish way, and to dip it in. How was it?

WOW! This needs to go in your lifetime bucket list!

My favourite spot? No doubt the best churros of Malaga are served at Casa Aranda, in Herreria del Rey.

Once in a while, it should be as guilty as it gets!

Healthy, Easy, Quick & Good

Eating well, eating good food, keeping healthy and still not making too much effort for it.
This is basically one of today’s society is quite concerned about. Diets go in millions and food is probably the most common topic over the web.

So, let me participate!


Easy and healthy and hassle free!

For the fish: take some good filets of Bacalao, put them in a oven dish and cover them with lime slices, paprika and salt. Put them in the oven, turn it on at 150C and bake it until the lemon is dry.

No effort right? We can cut a lemon.

For the salad: go crazy at the supermarket and but all the funny greens you see. And slice 1/2 of an avocado and a small radish. Dress as you like. Time needed? 2 minutes.

Meanwhile the food cooks, seat, relax and enjoy this blog. 


Bring me home!

Walking down a road in Valencia, after having had a cup of the famous “agua” and pointing towards the fresh market of the city. This is when I cam across this shop where everything was made in different types of wicke and bamboo.


I could not stop staring at the chairs.

Bring me home!

The whole store was looking like a childhood dream. They were calling me and telling me to bring them home and placing them near my window in the living room.

At that time, I had a flashback and saw the face of my mom when I was a difficult child complaining to have it all.