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Have you heard of slow radio? Last year, BBC Radio 3 started a programme designed as “an antidote to today’s frenzied world.” I think it’s a great idea. The pace is slow and relaxing, and that’s a welcome change.
Today, I’m launching a new podcast series that I’m calling Hablando con Españoles. In my travels around Spain, looking for story ideas or working on assignment, I often run into people that I wouldn’t have the chance to talk with if it weren’t for the fact I was wearing my reporter’s hat. A fisherman, a shepherd, an avocado farmer. They’re unedited and unscripted and sometimes wander all over the place, as in, you know, a real conversation! Not quite slow radio, but pretty chilled out.
I was going to put them into a whole new podcast because they are, by necessity, in Spanish. But I know that many of you speak Spanish, so while I’m trying them out, I thought I’d include them here. For the rest of you, just so you know, I will continue to do English podcasts as well as more of my binaural soundscapes.
While on the subject of slowing down, I’d like to give a shout out to my friend Ben Curtis, who you probably know from his blog and podcast that teaches people how to speak Spanish like a Spaniard. Ben’s also got a new podcast out and it is fantastic. In Being Happiness, Ben talks about the stresses of modern life and how to approach them to live a happy life. There’s a lot of wisdom there, and you might just be inspired (and happier), so check it out.
I hope you enjoy the first instalment of Hablando con Españoles. I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments below, and if you feel like giving me a little support, leaving a comment on Apple Podcasts would be very much appreciated. Thank you.
My latest podcast is now online. This time, it’s not about food it’s about the wind. Not just any wind, but the infamous Levante. Be prepared to get blown away. (Sorry, I couldn’t resist.)
A shepherd leads his flock of goats along a dusty road near the village of Bermejo, in Andalusia, Spain. Just on the other side of the hill, Continue Reading →
At 600 euros per kilo, the biggest black truffles at the annual truffle fair in Sarrión earn the respect of hungry onlookers. While tasting them is expensive, smelling them is free, and if you ask me, the best thing about truffles. The tiny town of Sarrión, in Teruel, Aragón, has been known for its truffles for decades, though mostly to the French, who, say locals, Continue Reading →