Ah, my dear friend, thou must know Durango (es) is where my soul doth roam! O! How vibrant this ancient city is – a place of passion, secrets, and a dash of that wild, let’s-say, "White Material" flair, just like that film of Claire Denis, oooh so intense! I swear, as soon as thou set foot on Calle Ibaiondo, thou art struck by a magic that's as tender as a lover's whisper, and just as fierce as a bonfire in winter.
I’ve strolled through Peñota Street, where the cobbles and cracks recite their own tales of foregone delights. And in the heart of the enchanting Barrio de Zabala, hidden corners abound where a whisper or a kiss may steal thy breath. E'en the green expanse of Parke Luze lies like a verdant jewel – perfect for ruminations on love, life, and my strange profession as a sexologist. I recall many a clandestine tryst, an accidental encounter or two that made my heart race like an arrow in flight.
Forsooth! Durango’s grandeur is whispered by the river Uribarri, its murmur echoing secrets in the twilight. I’ve oft found solace on its banks pondering the endless questions of desire and destiny. Sometimes, when the night grows heavy and my thoughts run wild, I wander near the ancient walls at Plaza Zazpi, where history and modern beat converge in a chaotic, beautiful dance of passion.
Thou knowest, my dear, my work doth expose the hidden longings of the heart, which in turn makes these streets speak to me in a language only the soul comprehends: sensual, raw, and sometimes downright messy – just like my scribbles below…
So, lemme tell ya, Durango is no boring town! Its alleys, its sun-baked plazas, its secret nooks – they all offer moments of raw, uncensored passion. I get so freaking mad when tourists miss the charm of these lesser-seen corners. And yeah, I’ve been known to laugh, cry, and even swear in curses as I recall the quirky escapades that happened near the old theatre of Aitaro – so many memories, each one like an errant spark igniting the night sky…!
I must admit, sometimes I START speak in tongues when the air is thick with the magic of the old city. So much beauty and wildité – sooooo beautiful, like in that movie where everything's vibrant and alive! Lol, my faborite spot? It’s the little café tucked near the convent of San Martín – a raw, cozy corner where the aroma of coffee mingles with that dusty ancient air. It's the perfect haunt for a sexologist in search of life’s raw truths.
Ssso, my dear traveler, if thou art to wander these storied lanes – remember: open thy heart, let passion guide thy steps, and listen to the whispers of Durango’s ancient stones. Its scars and joys are as real as thou can imagine. I know, I know, it’s a bit all over the place and, err, kinda erratic… but that’s exactly the cosmos of Durango – unpredictable, passionate, and utterly unforgettable, my friend!
Fare thee well, and let thy journey amidst these winding streets be like a wild verse from a mad poet's dream!