The Day the Air-Con Died (and the Cable I Nearly Tripped Over)
Heatwave, inland Alicante. The sort of afternoon where the cicadas sound cooked and the fridge hum…
Heatwave, inland Alicante. The sort of afternoon where the cicadas sound cooked and the fridge hum…
I finally started the pergola. Not the sketchbook version, not the stand-around-holding-a-mug version. Actual tools. Actual…
It’s a long stretch of country road between here and the place that sells screws, filter…
When people ask me what it costs to go off-grid in Spain, I usually take a…
There’s a special kind of joy that comes from building something with your own hands. There’s…
There’s a moment, somewhere around mid-July, when the Spanish sun feels less like a life-giving force…
I never thought I’d miss buffering. But when you move off-grid, suddenly a spinning wheel feels…
Let me tell you something about living off-grid in this part of Spain—it turns you into…
The kitchen, for most people, is the heart of the home. For me, it’s also the…
Lately, I can’t stop thinking about this run-down, off-grid property in Jávea, Alicante. There’s something about…