In 2012, after spending a mere five days in Spain, I decided on a move. I knew barely a scrap of Spanish beyond hola, yet my mind was set. I would soon call that boisterous, disorganised, vivacious country home.
When I arrived in the summer of 2013, I didn’t know a soul and still had precious little Spanish under my belt. But I could write.
During four years living in the little Mediterranean seaside city of Alicante, I honed my eye for the weird and wonderful. I wrote about a Catalan man who got a cyborg ocular implant, Catwoman being crowned Madrid mayor, a Valencian guy’s paella-based wiki and Madrid’s so-called “Dr X”, a family physician specialising in illegal drugs.
I became a regular contributor for a range of publications including frankie magazine, Smith Journal, Peppermint Magazine, The Guardian and SALife. I also picked up a bunch of highly awesome non-profit and business clients, and coached aspiring writers on exactly how to get started as a successful freelancer.
And I eventually learnt Spanish, of course.