The Spanish have a word for foreigners. You know the ones I’m on about; socks with sandals, bright red skin from lack of sun cream, speaking English loudly and slowly in order to be understood, all the while sitting in an expat bar eating and drinking British food. They call such a person a guiri.
Ok, that might be a slight exaggeration, the word guiri really just means foreigner, but this little word became my nickname when I first lived in Spain. Just to clarify, I’ve never worn sandals with socks, I can speak pretty decent Spanish and have a slightly unhealthy obsession with tortilla española. The more I got called the guiri, the more I tried to do everything to blend in to typical Spanish life but the name stuck and I now embrace it.
I’m originally from Wales and very much proud of my homeland’s culture and heritage, from traditional food and drink, to male voice choirs.
This site is a place for me to share what I love about Wales and Spain. Expect a lot of recipes, restaurant reviews, food and travel natter, and other general nonsense.
Everything you see (words and images) are mine unless you spot a credit alongside. By day I’m a food and travel writer and editor, and together with my best mate, I blog about travel at whistle.stops. If you’d like to collaborate, commission me, or just chat food, Spain or Wales, please get in touch using this lovely looking form:
