I spent most of  my time from May 2014 to May 2015 walking in Spain and have learned to love the country and the Spanish people. I made long walks^∗ in the countryside, in the mountains, and along the coastline. I visited countless villages and towns, mostly staying in small guest houses and hotels, but also spent an occasional night outdoors camping.

I met hundreds of dogs of unknown origin and experienced breathtaking views from paths high up in the mountains of Sierra Nevada and the Pyrenees and from rocky coastal paths winding past a myriad of small beaches (calas) alongside the azure blue water of the Mediterranean Sea.

And I can honestly say that I solely met nice and friendly people that were pleased to help and also showed great patience with my faltering Spanish pronunciation and gave me credit and respect for trying to speak their language. Right now I am compiling the web site, joriki.eu “Inside the head of a hispanophile”, in order to organize my memories, experiences, and knowledge, and to make it accessible and hopefully useful to other people.

^{∗For example: GR-7 (E4) from Tarifa to Andorra la Vella and GR-92 from Valencia to Portbou.}