Portugal is proving to be a treasure trove for me.

This morning began as wonderfully as yesterday ended, so for the sake of one story, I’m making a leap forward to the present and my location in the Portuguese Algarve. More here.
Portugal is proving to be a treasure trove for me.

This morning began as wonderfully as yesterday ended, so for the sake of one story, I’m making a leap forward to the present and my location in the Portuguese Algarve. More here.
Instead of the Alhambra, I’m enjoying the calm after the storm.

After my car marathon from El Gor via Cadiz, Tarifa, Los Barrios, Gibraltar and Malaga to Granada, I am just glad to be able to spend ten days in one place again. More here.
Stopover on my way from Gibraltar to Granada

After my visit to the Los Barillos dog shelter, I’m eager to see nearby Gibraltar. From there, I have under three hours to reach my appointment near Malaga. Let’s go. More here.
Near Gibraltar, women run an extraordinary animal shelter.

Despite all the cruelty inflicted on animals in Spain, animal rights activists are taking action. A group of women are doing just that at the southern tip of Spain, under extremely difficult conditions. More here.
Being an “objective” reporter and a travel blogger
Anyone who follows me on Facebook, Instagram, or Telegram knows that my red Volkswagen Fox and I have arrived in Portugal. My posts are short but up-to-date. My followers “follow” me in the truest sense of the word. It’s different on this website. Here, my stories are longer; writing them takes time. Time during which you, who follow me here, might loose touch with my journey—and, in the worst case, I lose you as a reader. Enough of that. More here.
Algarve instead of Africa: Storks’ winter quarters

In Portugal, I encounter him everywhere I go: “Master Adebar” from my childhood. That is, the stork. Portugal is the only place in the world where storks nest on steep cliffs. Here, their way of life is more like that of a black-headed gull. Sunday, April 26, afterward in media library.
Easter marks the beginning of the bull ritual season in Spain.

In Spain, Holy Week is called “Semana Santa.” At the end of this week, countless bulls are killed by the matador’s sword in the larger cities. In smaller towns, “fire bulls” run through the streets in a panic. More here.
My Berlin-Spain road trip now takes me through Andalusia.

Because I stayed longer in El Gor, my time at the southern tip of Spain has been shortened. I only have two days to see what I want to see: the port city of Cadiz, Tarifa, and Gibraltar. And, of course, an animal welfare project. More here.
Farewell to El Gor. Section 1 of my road trip is over.

When I arrived here on February 1st, the almond trees were in bloom. It was raining and windy a lot and colder than expected. I leave in bright sunshine and take with me amazing memories. More here.
The bottom line: Things turn out differently than you might expect.

When I set out on my road trip two months ago, my goal was to volunteer at the Galgos Rescue Almeria shelter. I was in for a surprise, but I made the best of it. More here.