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Viva Cultura, or “Living Culture,” is a celebration of the vibrant cultural tapestry of the Costa region. From art and music to local traditions and festivals, this is a place where creativity thrives and cultural expression comes to life. Whether you’re wandering through galleries, enjoying live performances, or participating in the unique festivals that dot the calendar, there’s always something new to discover. Let the creative scene and cultural events inspire you, and immerse yourself in the heart and soul of the Costa. Every corner holds a story, a moment, or an experience waiting to be explored.
It started with an elbow to the ribs. Not mine. I was innocently walking down a narrow street in Dénia, thinking I had just enough space to pass someone. But the people in front of me weren’t moving. We’re in Spain, so they’re strolling. In waves. No straight line, no rhythm, no clear tempo. When I tried to move left, a lady in a polyester floral dress swung her arm […]
This week it’s that time again in Madrid: the Feria de San Isidro! When I first found myself in the middle of it last year, I thought: wait a minute… isn’t this just an Andalusian party in disguise? And yes, this month we’re diving into Spain’s inland. After my story about Cruces de Mayo in Córdoba, this one is about a celebration in the Spanish capital. There were horses, flamenco […]
Cruces de Mayo? Honestly? I first thought it was a wedding. Or a local procession. Or maybe a school project with a slightly overenthusiastic flower budget. A friend had invited me for a few days in Córdoba. “Just a little spring getaway,” she said. I had no idea that, last week, just before Mother’s Day, I’d end up right in the middle of a floral cross. Decorated with ribbons, candles, […]
Earlier this year, I celebrated my first Spanish Father’s Day — in March — while the rest of Europe wasn’t even thinking about it yet. By now, I’ve learned: holidays here don’t just fall on different dates — they feel different too. And Día de la Madre, or Mother’s Day, is no exception. This Sunday, I expect to see the same scene as last year at the market in Jávea: […]
Heads up: the day after tomorrow, Thursday, is 1 May — and that means in Spain: shops closed, bureaucracy quieter than ever, and not a plumber in sight. Last year, on 1 May, I tried to pop into the supermarket in Valencia — only to find the doors shut. And not just there. The bakery, the pharmacy, the ferretería, even the local Chinese takeaway — all closed. That’s the power […]
When you think of Easter in Spain, you probably picture the processions first. Especially after last week’s story. Long lines of people in robes, drums that make the streets tremble, clouds of incense that overload your sense of smell, and wooden statues carried through the city like sacred trophies. And yes, that image is absolutely right. Well… for a few days, at least. Because once the final tear has rolled […]
If you’d asked me a few years ago what I associated with Easter, I probably would’ve mumbled something about chocolate eggs, brunch at my parents’ place, and maybe a trip to IKEA on Easter Monday. But since moving to Spain, Easter has become something entirely different. Here, Semana Santa doesn’t start with bunnies — it starts with drums. Big ones. The kind you feel pounding in your chest. Semana Santa […]
If you, like me, often find yourself wandering around the Costa Blanca, you’ve probably noticed them too: those charming whitewashed villages with, towering above them all… a striking blue dome. One of those features that makes you think: who ever decided that was a good idea? And why do you see so many of them here? So, here it is: the story of the blue domes of the Costa Blanca. […]
When I first moved to Spain, I genuinely thought my installer had passed away. Not because he was ill, but because he’d promised me three times that he’d come “mañana,” which I naively interpreted as “I’ll be there tomorrow.” Then he disappeared for four full days. No call, no message—nothing. I pictured the whole thing: grieving family, me at the doorstep with flowers. But on day five, he walked in […]
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