I realised at some point that I took just too many photos in Bruges to make them reasonably fit into a post.
Ce, hache, i… ¡Chi! Ele, e… ¡Le! ¡Chi, chi, chi, le, le, le…, viva Chile!
After the fact- thankfully after- when I was telling a friend about our trip to Belgium and mentioned that the weather was not always perfect, he responded with the politest of ‘what did you expect responses’. Something like: ‘Yes, I was wondering why you chose to visit Belgium in the springtime.’ Belgium, it seems, has a bit of a reputation for rain. And Ghent, my friends, was a little bit Grey.
It’s gonna be a long one folks, strap yourselves in.
I know what you’re going to say. In fact, I can hear your voice, the tone of it, as you say it. All you ever do is eat. Which isn’t true. Not even remotely so.
When Ariel (a.k.a Ella) decided to visit Berlin, her ‘to do’ list included, among other delights, a Night at the Opera.
Just wanted to shoot off a quick post to say: Happy Easter Everyone. Or, ‘Happy Long-Weekend’ if you’re not so into the associated religion.
Once upon a time, we decided to make empanadas. And after months of discussing the concept, we finally, one evening, actually did.
Hey All, Just a very quick update to say MERRY CHRISTMAS to everyone.
I don’t think I mentioned it yet, but every time I’ve thought of the city of Segovia in the last few months, a certain kind of music has blasted itself triumphantly into my head. ‘Hail, hail Segovia, land of the free and brave!’ I’m not sure where exactly the music comes from, but my faulty memory wants to narrow it down to either The Princess Diaries (hail hail Genovia?), or something from the Marx Brothers. Possibly it’s a combination of the two? Anyway. In my entirely-sane-and-together head, Salamanca doesn’t have a theme song. Which I guess is another point against Salamanca*. (*I don’t know if you’ve heard, but they also don’t have an aqueduct).