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Mosaics: Painting with Stones

Por: | 25 de febrero de 2015

“Making a mosaic is like painting with stones,” Livia Garreta, Barcelona-based mosaic artist tells us in her Gracia studio one January morning.   Hundreds of tiles, all glistening with colour are stacked against each wall; jaggedly cut pieces, no bigger than a finger-nail are spread across the table when we arrive. “When you make a mosaic, you know that it will last, it can withstand all the elements.” This she explains is why it was the material of choice for Catalonia’s modernist architects, and why the undulating roofs and dream-like façades of Barcelona’s most famous architect, Antoni Gaudí are covered in mosaics. 

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Livia Garreta at work on a mosaic in her Barcelona studio / Sharmeela Harris

When you look at the scale of her restoration commissions (the Sagrada Familia, Palau Montaner, to name a few), and then the bite-sized materials Livia uses, often difficult to even pick up by hand, you begin to understand the care that trencadís, one of the many methods of mosaics takes.  Livia is sitting on one of the three chipped and scratched worktables in her studio on a January morning as she explains the long history of trencadís and her lifetime of experience working with it.   She explains that you can place mosaics on any shape or surface, meaning the possibilities in form, structure and style are endless. Indeed, Livia’s long run passion comes across, as she begins to tell us the story of trencadís and its place in Catalan history. 

Livia has had her studio for more than 25 years.  It is here that she prepares her restorations for many of Barcelona’s modernist masterpieces.  “It’s more complicated to restore a mosaic than to do it new,” she tells us, “you must do an investigation into the artist”. Livia is currently working on restoring the floor of Palau Montaner, a UNESCO World Heritage Site housing Madrid’s Government Delegation in Catalonia. It was designed by and named after another Catalan Modernist architect, Lluís Domènech Montaner, the man responsible for the striking mosaics on the Palau de la Música.

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Livia Garreta working on a contemporary design / Sharmeela Harris

As Gaudí has become more popular, mosaics have become more visible.  Indeed, it is Gaudí’s kaleidoscopic dragon in Parc Güell and the façade of Casa Batlló that are made using the trencadís method.  Trencadís, however, was not created by Guadí and has over 5,000 years of history, amongst many other methods of making mosaics.  A few years ago Livia was handed responsibility for restoring parts of the mosaics in the crypt of the Sagrada Familia, Barcelona’s most iconic building.   

Livia originally trained in Fine Art in Barcelona and specialized in mosaics in Italy. Along with Gaudí, she sites Josep Maria Jujol as a strong influence.  She then points to the poster on the wall of the mosaic artist Lluís Brú, one of the best and most influential artists.  He trained under Montaner and was responsible for the mosaics in the Palau de la Música, as well as countless other pieces in Catalonia.  In turn, Livia has trained with the grandson of Brú.

Evidence of trencadís can be found on or inside virtually every modernist building in Barcelona. Buildings sparkle with their mosaic finish in the sun for the eight million tourists that visit the city every year. The art is so revered that trencadís recently gained the status of one of the 116 icons of Catalonia.

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Livia Garreta cutting tiles for trencadís / Sharmeela Harris

The 1980s saw many modernist buildings undergo massive restorations, and since then their place has been protected by the city’s strict preservation code.  This code has warned off property developers looking to knock down any modernist buildings, and has subsequently encouraged global brands to accept their importance.    Livia has work in the Museu del Modernisme Català in the centre of the city.  Even the McDonald’s next to the Sagrada Familia commissioned a large Garreta mosaic - a nod to the iconic decoration of Gaudi’s cathedral. 

There is a myriad of terracotta and clay patterned tiles on the left-hand side of the studio.  Sourced mainly from Spain, they generally serve as material for private projects in homes and restaurants, as well as large-scale murals and restorations. Livia also makes original pieces.  She uses other materials commonly found in trencadís mosaics, such as glass. On one side of her studio hangs an array of fish mosaics, subtly coloured with crushed glass to give a startlingly life-like scaly appearance.

Livia mostly works alone, designing and carrying out all the work herself.  She holds regular workshops in her studios for people of all ages and nationalities, receiving students from all over the world to learn the art.  Spending only a few days with her we soon see the close-knit community of artisan workshops that populate the area: sawdust drifting out of a small opening two doors down and people popping in from nearby tallers to say hello or exchange stories and products. Artisan workshops and independent stores are at the core of Gracia, and Livia’s work illustrates how important these trades are for the city and its identity.  Although Barcelona honours the region’s historical commitment to mosaics in its museums and galleries, the tradition continues to thrive. Through the work of contemporary artists like Livia Garreta, mosaics maintain a strong place in the image of the city. 

Coauthored by @christopherjfinnigan and Sharmeela Harris.  All photos are the property of Sharmeela Harris

For further information about Livia Garreta see her website www.liviagarreta.com She can be contacted at mosaics@liviagarreta.com

Surviving Madrid Fusión

Por: | 18 de febrero de 2015

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Drinking starts early at Madrid Fusión.

First up delegates slam espresso at the Cafés Baqué booth. Then, as the day rolls on, the hours are marked by the change in beverage. Coffee gives away to cañas, beer evolves to wine and finally everything dissolves into fishbowl G&Ts. It’s all free of course, the drinks – and plenty of food – dished out by businesses who’ve paid for a stand to push their products to the posse of international chefs, industry pros and press who descend annually on this internationally-significant gastronomic conference and trade show.

This year’s theme is “Cocinas Viajeras: Una aventura por el conocimiento”. It’s one of those phrases that translates unhappily – Travelling Cuisine: An Adventure Through Knowledge? – but that suggests the fusion vein at the heart of today’s high-class cooking, particularly in Spain where international tastes and ingredients (especially Asian and South American) are de rigueur.

Last year I spent the three full days at the conference, and managed to suck out the marrow. I attended a bevy of talks, saw a surfeit of show-cooking and ate my weight in free stuff. But this year, with only one day, I’m doomed to flail about.

And my sense of dislocation is aggravated by the venue, the Palacio Municipal de Congresos. Like an Escher woodcut, it’s fiercely challenging to navigate. Wandering the building reminds me of shopping at El Corte Inglés – you always seem find yourself at the escalators going up when you want to go down.

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11:00am

First up, a wine tasting put on by the people from DO Ribera del Duero. While I have a professional interest in wine, it’s taxing tasting 15 at 11am with a straight face.

Initially I use the spittoon conscientiously. But after eight glasses I woozily wonder if the alcohol is seeping through the roof of my mouth. Then a dilemma – the tenth wine is a €100 bottle. Obviously I swallow.

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And by the twelfth my tasting notes are on the fritz, my attention wandering. Up front, a boffin from South America keeps asking wandering, poetic questions about oak. A bullish bald American pulls rank, complaining too fiercely that the waiters aren't pouring sufficient wine for him to accurately adjudge aromas. And a sweaty journalist dashes in mid-tasting, sits beside me, sips at a glass, makes three notes in his notebook, eats all the bread sticks and leaves.

He is clearly trying to pull off the classic Madrid Fusión feint - be in two places at the same time. I feel his pain. Concurrent with the wine tasting, I’d also wanted to see chef Paco Morales' talk entitled “The Fingerprints of Al-Andalus in Haut-Cuisine”, followed by Mallorcan chef Andreu Genestra’s “Journey of a Spice Merchant” (when giving a talk, enigmatic titles are essential – I hope to catch a later presentation called “A Day on the Island of Jeju: Diving with the Haenyo Women”).

12:30pm

The tasting done, I meet up with my colleague Lauren Aloise over a glass of obscure Mallorcan white wine. She was at the talks I missed and brings me up to speed, as well filing me in on a presentation by an American chef that involved eating live jellyfish. I don’t really catch the gist.

But my ears do prick up when she mentions that several Spanish tourism bodies are serving free food on the ground floor.

1:00pm

Free food, or rather the hunt for free food, is a Madrid Fusión institution. It’s also a depressing site to behold and a demeaning act to engage in.

Coming down the escalator, I spot the seething mass. Like ants swarming around a dead bug. I swallow my pride and dive in, foraging up an excellent plate of migas, a tasty bowl of judiones and something that looks like a cigar. I also knock back a pisco sour from the Peru stand and wait patiently for a crunchy wafer filled with piquillo pepper cream from the Repsol Guide booth. The piqiullo pepper thing smells good, but the wafter snaps as I bring it to my mouth and the amuse-bouche shatters on the marble floor.

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1:45pm

The feast continues on the trade show floor and companies are magnanimous in their offer of freebies. I try watercress that tastes of coriander, Alaskan salmon, candy-sweet jamón ibérico de bellota and a chilli dip with chef Albert Adrià’s face on the jar. And I notice the Madrid stand has lunged into culinary man's land by handing out Rodilla sandwiches. That'll show 'em!

2:30pm

As I’m digesting in the press room Ximena from the press department comes over and invites me to dinner the following night at the Ritz. I think she’s joking.

3:00pm

I finally reach the auditorium. This dark, studied space is Madrid Fusión’s holiest of holies, the event’s intellectual and creative nerve centre. It's where chefs prepare dishes, unveil techniques and launch projects – where gastro-prophesies are told.

And if one feels dirty after wading through the gastro-zoo outside, one comes here for purification.

Catalan superchef Joan Roca (from El Celler de Can Roca in Girona) talks about how he upped and moved his team to Latin America for five weeks, cooking, tasting, learning and teaching in Peru, Colombia and Mexico. And the crowd goes silly when he shows a video of his elderly parents eating his creations. It’s all very moving and inspiring, and I seem to recall him showing an equally moving and inspiring video featuring his mother last year.

There is, however, a stain on this place. Inside the auditorium people don’t fight for food. They fight for photos of food. Which is worse, and more violent. When a chef completes a dish it’s brought to the side of the stage, cueing a frenzied huddle of photographers, press and bloggers to leap in from the shadows, pushing, shoving and clawing to get a clean shot. I was one of them last year, but lacked the animal instinct and got few useable shots (see below). This year I keep my seat.

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6:30pm

I begin to zone out. Sibling chefs Sergio and Javier Torres (of restaurant Dos Cielos in Barcelona) are doing some good looking food on stage. But as my attention drifts I become more fascinated by the man sitting in front of me who is filming the entire event on his iPad. His arms must be exhausted, his battery herculean. I message my wife to say I’ll be home soon.

The next night

9:00pm

I walk through Huertas to the Ritz. In the lobby, rich tourists sip cocktails and sink further into the plush sofas. The restaurant – Goya – is all Louis XV-esque chairs, deferential waiters and gentle piano. A softly-spoken Filipino woman approaches and shakes my hand. She is Verna from the Filipino Tourism Board. And dinner I learn will be an elaborate Filipino tasting menu, cooked by Margarita Forés, one of the Philippines’ top chefs.

Over three hours we move from fabulous Filipino ceviche to king prawns to the most righteous nugget of roast pork. Verna quietly explains each dish and the Dutch Master of Wine sitting beside me chooses what we drink (amid some handwringing on the Dutch Master of Wine’s part – the specially-printed menus are in Filipino, hamstringing his ability to pair).

The dinner is to celebrate that the next Madrid Fusión will not be in Madrid. It will be in Manila, this April. The connection makes sense: the country is a former Spanish colony (it’s named after Philip II), and the gastronomic overlaps are tantalising.

What’s more, like the Pompidou Centre being built in Malaga and the Guggenheim Museums that are being built everywhere, the name – Madrid Fusión Manila – deftly cements the event as an international brand independent of Madrid itself. And rather frustratingly for me and my sweaty journalist friend, it suggests that at Madrid Fusión you can, after all, be in two places at the same time.

James Blick
@theSpainGuy

One Billion Rising In Mallorca

Por: | 03 de febrero de 2015

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I met Mariella Echeverri this week. She is the co-ordinator responsible for the One Billion Rising event in Palma which has happened for the past two years, and this year’s is going to be even bigger she says. One Billion Rising is a campaign to raise awareness for the continuing worldwide issue of violence against women. It’s an opportunity for women and men to stand together and demand change. Here in Mallorca there will be a demonstration, gathering and public party on Saturday 14th February during the day in Palma de Mallorca. There will be representatives from women’s groups in Majorca, and Mariella hopes to have representatives from many of the official bodies as well.

We meet in a cafe, and Mariella and I huddle over steaming hot coffees whilst Palma shivers. What do you want to achieve from this? I ask her. “I want people to come away from the event asking, how can I help locally? Can I help my sister, my cousin, my neighbour? The real problem is that it is very difficult to get to the women who are already at risk, they are so scared and caught up in their situation they don’t know how to get out of it”. I ask Mariella why she organises the event every year, “I do it for my daughter. She is five. I want her to know that there is another way.” We talk about how even young girls are being pressured and influenced through social media and text messages, you don’t even need to be in the same room. “Young men are controlling their girlfriends by making them give them their passwords for Facebook, they are saying ‘if you love me then you will let me know everything about you, let me take that photo of you, it’s just for me, and they’re going to show their friends and bully and harass their girlfriends that way”. And then of course there is the use of physical, and sexual violence against women to control and subjugate them around the globe.

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If you want to stand up and show support for women across the world, and demand the end of violence against women then please attend the event. It will happen on Valentine’s Day, Saturday 14th February. They will meet at 11.30am in Plaza Cort and then walk, dance, run, sashay and march to Parc de la Mar. Mariella’s hoping they will be accompanied by motorbikes to “Make some noise” then then once the group arrive at Parc de la Mar (in front of the Cathedral) there will be a huge Zumba event, speeches and chances to get information.

Will you be one of the Billion Rising? I hope I will see you there.

 

Vicki McLeod is a freelance writer and photographer. She has lived in Mallorca since 2004. Vicki writes about her beloved island for The Majorca Daily Bulletin, the only daily English language paper in Spain; produces regular columns for the Euro Weekly News, and articles for Spain-Holiday.com. Vicki runs PR strategies for several businesses in Mallorca and London as well as working on her own blogs and projects. She and her husband, Oliver Neilson, supply photo and text content for private clients via @phoenixmediamlr. She tweets at @mcleod_vicki.

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“Alex,” I call to my long-suffering Catalan girlfriend, “what was number one they day you were born?”

Thud thud thud her boots resonate across out hispanically uncarpeted floor.  “What, in terms of music?” she asks, her eyes narrowing.

No: in terms of fishing, I want to say in an attempt at some festive humour. But the baby’s been ill, no one is sleeping and I suspect it might go down badly. “Yes, music,” I say instead.

The eyes narrow further. “I don’t know,” she says. “Maybe that’s something for you to investigate.”

The correct answer, of course, was “I don’t know. How about you?”, to which I would have happily replied “Donna Summer’s I Feel Love”, this being the kind of question I love to be asked. But I have a theory here, so I need to press on.

“And what do you think is going to be the Christmas number one?” I ask, my agenda narrowing. 

“No idea,” she says happily and wanders off.

And thus my theory is proved. You see, the Spanish love music, much like the British. We’re both, dare I say it, musical nations. But if there’s one thing the British love almost as much as music, it is a nice tidy list, one that gently ushers all the uncertainties and worries of everyday life into an easily digested, one to 100 rundown.

Combine music and lists, then, and the British are in hog heaven. And that is why the British are so obsessed with the musical charts.

Don’t believe me? OK - then ask any British people within earshot what was number one the day they were born. I’ll guess some 60% of them will be able to tell you straight off, while the rest will go and look it up. And that percentage increases when you talk to people in their 30s and 40s, setting those who have no interest in the British pop scene circa 1977 off at the risk of a serious boring. Honestly, there are whole websites and apps devoted to this number one on your birthday phenomenon.

This phenomenon extends into the current charts. OK, things in Britain aren’t quite what they once were, when weekly chart-based music show Top of The Pops regularly attracted audiences of 10m plus and having a number one record had serious cultural cachet. 

But people still like to keep a vague eye on the charts in the UK. In Spain, however, I don’t think it would be going too far to say that no one gives a flying cahoot about the charts, not even those who work in the music industry, and having a number one record here is little more than an oddity. (You can apparently top the Spanish charts with something like 8,000 sales, which might have something to do with it.)

Never stronger is the UK’s love affair with the charts than at Christmas. If having a number one is a pretty big deal in Britain at the best of times, then having a number one at Christmas is like winning the lottery while scoring a date with Penélope Cruz at the clásico.

The British Christmas number one is big news, in other words: front page of the paper news; breathless chart battle news; genuine round the water cooler news. Every year - and Spaniard might find this British eccentricity a little hard to stomach - people in the UK bet millions of pounds on what song they thing is going to top the charts at Christmas. 

The favourite this year, for example, is the single from the X Factor winner (announced, conveniently, just before Christmas) at 2/7, with Band Aid 30 coming in second at 9/2 with Do They Know It’s Christmas, and Iron Maiden’s The Number of the Beast coming in at third, on odds of 8/1.

The number of the, er, what now? Confused readers may be asking.

But yes, that’s hoary old heavy metal group Iron Maiden as third favourite to top the Christmas chart, with a 30-year-old song. Because, much as the Christmas number one is an immensely big deal, so to is sabotaging - for want of a better word - the festive chart.

For this  - as with so many things - you can blame X Factor supremo Simon Cowell. It used to be the the British Christmas number one would throw up some real oddities, happily lurching from pop supergroup the Spice Girls in 1996/7/8 to children’s TV character Bob The Builder in 2000 and Gary Jules’ spooky cover of Mad World (from Donnie Darko) in 2003. It was, in other words, a kind of brilliant, ludicrous chaos.

And then the X Factor came along, sweeping record TV audiences before it, and from 2005 to 2008 the X Factor winner made the Christmas number one slot their own. Suddenly, competition for the sacred Christmas number one looked boring and predictable, a one-horse race that no one was even watching.  And that - for the Christmas-chart-loving Brits - just wouldn’t do.

So someone took action: Jon Morter, a part-time DJ rom Chelmsford, launched a campaign to get Rage Against The Machine’s Killing in the Name to Christmas number one. And against all odds he succeed, with the song selling half a million copies in the Christmas week to beat X Factor winner Joe McElderry to the number one slot. 

Ever since then, no December has been complete without a least one online campaign to beat the X factor winner to number one at Christmas. Frequently, in fact, there have been more than one, with a campaign this year dedicated to getting LFO’s bleep classic LFO to number one to mark the death of the group’s founder Mark Bell.

Why am I telling you all this? Because few things, I think, help to understand the obtuse British mentality more than these Christmas chart campaigns, which are born of the kind of spirit-of-the-underdog, perverse humour that the British have made their own.

What’s more, for any Spanish people living in the UK, this should serve as a kind of guide to what you should say when a drunk Briton corners you at the office Christmas party and asks you for your views on the Christmas number one. (“I’m backing LFO”, incidentally, is the coolest thing to say).

More than anything, though, it is this kind of celebratory festive prank that I miss about living in Britain, more so than mince pies, mistletoe and even mulled wine. 

And so if anyone wants to come up with a Facebook campaign to get Slayer’s Raining Blood to number one in the Spanish charts this Christmas, you have my full backing.

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Photograph of the horse taken on Sunday / Photo: supplied

Animal rights activists are pushing for the prosecution of a man who allegedly dragged a skeletal horse out of its stable with a tractor and left it to die on wasteland at the Villa Salada Equine Centre in Spain's southern Alicante province.

A distressed young woman, who saw the abandoned horse and took photographs as evidence, called police to the Villa Salada centre at Torrevieja on Sunday afternoon.

The horse was still alive at the time, but was moved out of sight before police arrived. It is understood the horse was later put down by a veterinarian under police supervision.

The young woman has since filed a police report with Seprona, Spain’s animal welfare arm, alleging that the owner of the Villa Salada Equine Centre failed to provide adequate food and water for the horse and then abandoned it in cruel conditions.

Villa Salada is a popular tourist attraction offering Spanish horses and flamenco fusion shows, plus riding lessons and livery facilities for horse owners.

The horse is understood to be named Chiquitín. Photos by former employees uploaded to a Facebook protest page show the horse in good condition as little as three years ago. The photos taken on Sunday have created a storm on social media, and Villa Salada closed down their Facebook page this week.

A response on the Facebook protest page, purportedly by Villa Salada, claims the 32-year-old horse was found sick and with symptoms of pain early on Sunday morning. The post says a vet was unable to attend but gave instructions over the phone, and the horse was removed from its stable using a hoist. “Chiquitín has been looked after and supervised until the very last moment,” the post says.

While some have called for the closure of Villa Salada, Sue Weeding, a British expat who runs Alicante's Easy Horse Care Rescue Centre, said the events should instead serve as a warning to horse owners in Spain to clean up their act.

“We must use pictures like these to ensure people keeping horses realise they can no longer get away with abuse and neglect. Witnesses are now prepared to go to the police and the police will act. Things are changing,” she said.

“We’re not asking for all these places to close down because that would create another problem – where would all these horses then go? But people must realise that if they want to stay in business, they must no longer do this. Public opinion is a very powerful thing.”

Ms Weeding and her husband Rod care for more than 80 horses, ponies and donkeys saved from abuse and neglect, at the rescue centre they founded in 2008 just outside the small southern town of Rojales. Some of the animal's remarkable stories were told in this documentary.

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Easy Horse Care Rescue Centre founders, Sue and Rod Weeding / Photo: Koren Helbig

The couple have previously been involved in several high-profile abuse cases, such as the 2010 case of Captain and Hope, two skeletal horses left to die inside a garage. Their dreadful condition attracted major media attention and amid intense community lobbying, police finally acted.

A man was later jailed in what was believed to be the first such prosecution in Spain. Ms Weeding said authorities have been on the rescue centre’s side ever since.

The couple earned further fame in Spain for their challenging rescue of the neglected pony Faith, left with a mutilated foreleg after she became entangled in her own rope. Despite their best efforts, Faith’s leg eventually had to be amputated and she became the first pony in Spain to be fitted with a prosthetic leg.

“There are lots of very good people here who do care for their horses. But there are others that abuse their animals and that’s where we come in. We’ll always take in a horse, pony or donkey and do our part to care for it, because the police need us as a tool to work with,” Ms Weeding said.

“Slowly, by working with the police, we’re seeing a huge attitude change. They’re doing the reports and they’re doing the work. We always encourage anyone who sees an animal in distress to report it because police are acting promptly and taking these matters seriously. This is the only way we’re going to move animal welfare forward here in Spain.”

More information about the Easy Horse Care Rescue Centre is available here.

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Koren Helbig is an Australian freelance journalist, writer and blogger based in Alicante. She writes about Spanish life and culture for publications in Australia, the United States and the United Kingdom. She hangs out on Google+ and on Twitter at @KorenHelbig.

Authors (Bloggers)

Chris Finnigan is a freelance journalist based in Barcelona. He writes for Barcelona Metropolitan and is a book reviewer and reader for The Barcelona Review. He is a graduate of the London School of Economics. You can find him on twitter @chrisjfinnigan

Ben Cardew is a freelance journalist, translator and teacher, now resident in Barcelona after growing up gracefully in Scotland via Norwich. He writes for The Guardian, the NME and The Quietus, among others, on everything from music to digital media. You can find him on Twitter @bencardew

Fiona Flores Watson is a freelance journalist, guide and translator who has lived in Seville since 2003, and has been a writer and editor for more than 20 years. She writes for the Guardian, Telegraph and Sunday Times Travel Magazine. Originally from Essex, Fiona is also Consulting Editor of Andalucia.com and has her own blog, Scribbler in Seville. She has been contributing to Trans-Iberian since 2014 and tweets at @Seville_Writer

Koren Helbig is an Australian freelance journalist and blogger enjoying a life of near-eternal sunshine in Alicante. She writes for publications in Australia, the United States and the United Kingdom, focusing on stories exploring smart and positive approaches to social issues. She hangs out on Twitter at @KorenHelbig and keeps a selection of her favourite stories at korenhelbig.com.

Jessica Jones. Hailing from the north east of England, Stockton-on-Tees native Jessica has had a passion for all things Hispanic from an early age. She has lived in and written about France, Chile, Spain and Germany and has been contributing to the Trans-Iberian blog since 2012, when she moved to Madrid after graduating from Durham University. @jessicajones590

Paul Louis Archer is a freelance photographer, multimedia storyteller and artist educator. A cross-disciplinary worker, who endeavors to encompass the mediums of photography, audio design and writing. Born in Hertfordshire of an English father and Spanish mother. Based in the United Kingdom. @PaulLouisArcher

Vicki McLeod is a freelance writer and photographer. She has lived in Mallorca since 2004. Vicki writes about her beloved island for The Majorca Daily Bulletin, the only daily English language paper in Spain; produces regular columns for the Euro Weekly News, and articles for Spain-Holiday.com. Vicki runs PR strategies for several businesses in Mallorca and London as well as working on her own blogs and projects. She and her husband, Oliver Neilson, supply photo and text content for private clients via @phoenixmediamlr. She tweets at @mcleod_vicki.

Born in Newcastle upon Tyne and based in Barcelona, Alx Phillips writes about contemporary art, dance and theatre in a way that human beings can understand. For more previews, reviews, interviews and extras, check: www.lookingfordrama.com.

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