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Exploring Hampton Wick in London

We went to visit our friends Alejandro and Lorraine in London, and together we took a day to explore the Hampton Wick area.

There’s something magical about stepping into an area where history and nature intertwine so seamlessly. Our day in Hampton Wick,  which is tucked along the River Thames in southwest London, was fantastic.  We explored the rich history of the area and enjoyed sharing the day with our friends Alejandro and Lorraine.

Ray, Alejandro, Lorraine and Shelley in Hampton Court Park

 They were our unofficial tour guides and  showed us this unique part of London It made the day feel like a mini countryside escape in the middle of the city.

We began our walk in Kingston upon Thames with Alejandro and Lorraine leading the way, crossing the Clattern Bridge.

This bridge is the oldest surviving bridge in London. Dating back to the 12th century, it has stood through centuries of change, from medieval markets to modern-day shoppers bustling around Kingston. Alejandro and  Lorraine pointed out how easily this hidden piece of history can be overlooked by people rushing past.

Just a short walk from the bridge, we came to a small fenced in Stone on display. This unassuming stone turned out to be the Coronation stone. It is an ancient sarsen block tied to one of England’s most fascinating traditions.

This weathered stone is believed to have been used for the crowning of several Saxon kings between the 9th and 10th centuries, long before Westminster Abbey became the coronation site.

Standing there together, we reflected on how this simple stone once held kings and the weight of a nation’s hopes. It was one of those moments where Alejandro’s love of history and Lorraine’s eye for detail made us appreciate it all the more.

We continued on and walked into the Hampton Court Park.  It is a massive park area and was once Henry VIII’s hunting grounds,. It is now home to herds of majestic fallow deer.

In the park it was not long before we spotted deer and a lot of them. Lorraine was the first to notice them quietly grazing under the trees, and we all stood in silence, watching their graceful movements.

Lorraine in Hampton Court Park

We took our time and walked through many different areas of the park. We came across  so many deer and they would just simply watch us walk by. No fear from these protected deer.

There is a golf course within the park area and we saw an albino deer standing in the shade as golfers walked by.

There were wide open meadows that felt more like the countryside than in the city.  The whole experience was like being in a nature reserve with deer running freely throughout.

We came across an area known as the long water and at the end is a  great view of the Hampton court Palace in the distance.

Hampton Court Palace

It truly was an enjoyable day and reminded us just how much London has to offer beyond its bustling center.

“Travel and have a good chinwag with strangers”

United Kingdom

Visit to Stonehenge

In August, Shelley and I finally made it to Stonehenge, which was a bucket list thing for us and wow… it’s hard to put into words what it felt like to stand there. We’ve seen it in books and on TV, but being there in person was something completely different.


The stones are massive much bigger than we imagined. We walked around them trying to imagine how  did people thousands of years ago move and arrange these giant stones.

What struck us the most was the atmosphere. Even with lots of people visiting the site, there was this quiet hush, like everyone was quietly sharing in the same amazement.

It was  an amazing experience to walk around Stonehenge and see those huge stones laid out in a specific way. For us it was a reminder of how small we are in the grand sweep of history, and how precious time is.

“Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.” — Gustave Flaubert

Spain

A Few Glorious Days in Seville

We spent a few days exploring the City of Seville,  time seemed to melt into golden light, orange blossom scent, and echoes of flamenco guitar drifting from hidden courtyards.
We began our stay wandering through the maze-like alleys of the **Santa Cruz** neighborhood. It’s hard not to fall in love with the whitewashed buildings, wrought-iron balconies overflowing with geraniums, and the surprise of a quiet plaza tucked around every corner.

Seville Cathedral


No visit to Seville is complete without a stop at its crown jewel — the **Seville Cathedral** and the **Giralda tower**. Standing in front of the cathedral’s imposing Gothic façade, we were reminded how much history hums through this city. 

Shelley and Ray in Plaza de España
Plaza de España in Seville


But perhaps the most magical moment came unexpectedly — when we decided to take a **horse-drawn carriage ride** through the city. The clip-clop of hooves echoed through the cobblestone streets as we passed through **María Luisa Park** and under the grand arches of **Plaza de España**. It felt like a scene from another era — slower, dreamier, and completely unforgettable.



In the evenings, we enjoyed **Spanish wines and beers** alongside delicious **tapas**, hopping from one little bar to the next and soaking up the lively atmosphere. Each place offered its own charm, its own specialties, and its own corner of Seville’s vibrant personality.




Travel has a way of awakening us — shaking off the routine and opening our eyes to wonder. Our time in Seville reminded us how fulfilling it is to step into the unknown, to experience beauty in a new culture, and to collect small moments that become lasting memories.

Whether it’s the taste of a local dish, the sound of horses on stone, or the simple joy of getting lost in a beautiful city, these are the things that make life feel rich.

“Vive la vida cada día.”
Spain

An Evening of Flamenco Magic in Seville

Tonight was one of those evenings that sneaks up on you and ends up being something really special. We went to a flamenco show in the Setas area of Seville—such a cool part of the city, with those giant mushroom-like structures overhead and a little buzz of life all around.

Ray, Gerry, Michelle and Shelley under the Setas of Seville

The venue was small and cozy, almost like stepping into someone’s private living room, but with a stage and just the right amount of drama in the lighting.

Gerry, Michelle and Shelley near the stage

We sat near the front, close enough to see every expression, every snap of the fingers, every stomp of a heel. With a glass of wine in hand, it already felt like a perfect way to spend the evening.

The show started simply: just one man with a guitar, sitting alone under a spotlight. The room went still as he played—something about the way his fingers moved made it feel like the music was pulling stories out of the air. Then came the others, gradually—first a singer, with a voice so full of emotion it gave me goosebumps. And then the dancers. Wow.

There’s something electric about flamenco up close. The passion, the sharpness of the movements, the connection between the performers—it was like watching a conversation in a language I didn’t speak but somehow understood.

Each piece built on the last, rising in energy and intensity. You could feel the room responding to it, getting pulled in deeper and deeper.

The whole thing lasted about an hour and a half, but it honestly felt like maybe thirty minutes. Time just disappeared. When it ended, I didn’t want it to be over.

I can’t imagine a better way to experience flamenco than in a place like that—in Seville, near the Setas, glass of wine in hand, surrounded by music and movement and feeling. After the show as we stepped out into the beautiful Seville night, I kept thinking of something I’d once heard: “El duende se siente, no se explica.”  which means Duende is felt, not explained. And that’s exactly what tonight was, it wasn’t just a show. It was something deeper. Something that’ll will stick with me for a long time.

“El duende se siente, no se explica.” 

Spain

Toledo in the Rain & Wine and butterflies

Spain has a way of surprising you at every turn—whether it’s through the winding cobblestone streets of a historic city or a hidden gem of a vineyard tucked in nature’s embrace. Our recent day trip from Madrid to Toledo and visiting the Bodega Regajal in La Mancha was no exception. Even the rain couldn’t dampen the magic of Toledo.

Wandering Through Rainy Toledo, the ancient city of three cultures—Christian, Jewish, and Muslim—welcomed us with its medieval charm and an intermittent drizzle that only added to its beauty. Umbrellas popped open and ponchos rustled as we crossed the iconic Alcántara Bridge, with the Tagus River snaking beneath us like a silvery ribbon.

The rain came and went, but it didn’t stop us from exploring the stunning Toledo Cathedral, getting lost in narrow alleys lined with artisan shops, and admiring panoramic views from the Mirador del Valle.

There’s something extra special about this city when it’s wet—the cobblestones glisten, the scent of the stone walls intensifies, and the golden hue of the buildings feels even more romantic.


After lunch, we drove south to Bodega Regajal, a boutique winery nestled in the region of La Mancha, known for its rich wine tradition. But Regajal isn’t your typical vineyard because it’s located in a protected nature reserve that is home to 72 species of butterflies. At certain times of the year, they’re especially active, transforming the vineyard into a dreamlike scene straight out of a fairytale. They  flutter through the air and across your wine glass like nature’s confetti.

The winery’s focus on biodiversity is more than just poetic—it’s central to their philosophy. The land is carefully managed not just for the vines, but for the entire ecosystem. No chemicals are used for the grapes or for any other aspect of the wine making.

We toured the cellar, walked between rows of vines still wet from the morning rain, and ended the visit with a tasting of their signature reds and a white that surprised us with its floral notes and crisp finish.

Their wine labels are just as captivating: each bottle features a butterfly-like design, a delicate nod to the fluttering inhabitants of the land. It felt as if every sip was touched by wings—light, vibrant, and alive with character.

Spain never fails to astonish us with its incredible diversity and rich history. Its ancient cities steeped in layered history to quiet corners of natural beauty where butterflies and vines thrive side by side. Every region tells its own story, rich in flavour and soul.

As they say in Spain,
“A donde el corazón se inclina, el pie camina.”