Saturday, 26 September 2015


Saturday, September 26, 2015 Jan Sevilla

It was hard to say when summer arrived in the Alt Empordà, the upper part of Catalonia, in the northeast corner of Spain. The fresh milled olive scent that clung in the air had vanished. Swallows returned to the fields, making a career in midair with matinal excitement before joining the cows that grazed on the open meadow. Grapes had ripened exquisitely after a fairly dry winter and are ready for the picking. Though there are still occasional moments when the wind from the Pyrenees blows cold and gray puffy clouds ensconce the azure sky. Even so, the sun, now lingers a little longer, depicting a landscape that bore the resemblance to one of the paintings by Evarist Vallès and Angel Planells.

Saturday, 25 July 2015


Saturday, July 25, 2015 Jan Sevilla

Against the closing of spring and just as summer is about to hit, our car zoomed along the curvy asphalt, passing several “Ausfahrt” signs with France miles away. Had we not confused ourselves with the German “Ausfahrt” from the French “Sortie” (both mean exit) we could have been on the French autoroute by now. The further we drove, the more it became apparent that we had come the wrong way. How on earth had we ended up on the Swiss motorway equipped with a map and guided by a disorienting British speaking GPS? We didn’t have a clue.

Saturday, 6 June 2015


Saturday, June 06, 2015 Jan Sevilla

Cruseilles, France - On a steep, narrow country road at 1,150 meters above sea level, my travel partner accelerated the engine aiming at the waggish sound of alpine bells.  As herdsmen rallied the cows to graze on the undulating pastures of the Haute-Savoie, the soft hues of the early morning sun tinted the landscape that overlooks the crystalline peaks of Mont Blanc.

Monday, 11 May 2015

Uncovering FLORENCE in a quest for a US visa

Monday, May 11, 2015 Jan Sevilla

How do you keep a still gaze on Michelangelo’s David?

Well, I didn’t. Forget about his biblical nature. David is butt-naked!

Perhaps, it’s no surprise that a group of Japanese tourists giggled sporadically. While it was not hard to comprehend why; a quick look at the exhibitionistic piece of marble is enough to arouse one’s imagination. Oh yes! Tell that to the young German couple with red beet cheeks or the American lady, who couldn’t have flashed a more mischievous glint.

Friday, 10 April 2015


Friday, April 10, 2015 Jan Sevilla

In many ways, a story can always be written and at times, be told. If I have to start mine, I’d like begin in the region of Bordeaux. 

Saturday, 7 March 2015


Saturday, March 07, 2015 Jan Sevilla

My first glimpse of La Sagrada Familia, a fanciful looking cathedral and the most imposing landmark in the city of Barcelona, is of curious tourists gazing toward the sheer verticality of the somewhat melted cake like structure. 

Sunday, 25 January 2015

Ernest Hemingway's RONDA, From BOOKS To BULLFIGHTS

Sunday, January 25, 2015 Jan Sevilla

Through the large glass paneled windows blurred by the cold mist of the Andalusian winter, the clip-clop of well-shod hooves from the carriage horses striking the solid cobblestones streams in muffled and mellow. Dialogue swells across the dusty tavern cascading along the cavernous bar table. Like his father had done in the past, he now 70; with wispy wild silvery hair, invites customers in for a free flowing chatter while offering them a drink or two in his proud bar.

Sunday, 21 December 2014


Sunday, December 21, 2014 Jan Sevilla

He couldn’t be a converso. But he could be a Gitano.

He has the song that echoes of his fathers. It was a primitive cry. A sort of spiritual chant but somewhere along the rustic lines and the shattering jondo voice, is a flowing emotional expression of inner struggle and pride, about perpetual desire and of longing, desperation and hope.

by Chris Potts


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