Drifting Notes

Easter in southern Spain, a windy morning led us inside a traditional Spanish café—burgundy velvet chairs, silver-plate service, and long-time waiters who carry the day like ceremony.

There, I met an elegant woman sitting alone.

What began with a warm smile turned into a moving conversation about her children, her pride in a daughter who once sang her way to second place in Eurovision, and her deep love for a husband lost a year ago.

This is a quiet story about connection, grief, and the unspoken understanding that can pass between strangers over coffee.

Sometimes we miss the parade.And sometimes, something holier finds us anyway.

Listen for -– An unexpected Easter encounter– A ‘Spanish Whitney Houston’ and a proud mother– The stillness we can create for someone else– A reminder that kindness might be the most sacred thing of all

In this first audio episode of Drifting Notes, I take you with me on a jog along the coast of Fuengirola in Andalusia, where the scent of olive wood smoke signals more than just lunchtime, it signals a ritual.

We pause at the chiringuitos, those humble beach bars where fish is grilled on skewers over open flames shaped like boats. I reflect on the quiet artistry of the grillmasters, the rhythm of local life, and how it all feels so different from the barbecue culture I grew up with in Australia.

This is a postcard in sound, filled with light, smoke, and a gentle invitation to notice.

Mentioned → Espeto - the traditional Andalusian method of grilling sardines on olive wood fires and boat-shaped grills

What smells or scenes have stopped you mid-step while traveling?