Going through my draft folder for Nanopoblano 🙂 *** Written on Nov 8th 2018. Mostly. The draft was saved on the 21st (also Nov ’18) Found and backposted on Nov 4th 2021. I was on my way home from a holiday in France and Spain, staying in the AirBnB for the second time. The owner […]
Oh! Hello November, you’re already here? Im’ afraid I’m still not ready for you.. Have a seat, I’ll make some tea and you can drink it while I finish getting ready for you. Ok?
I phoned a friend yesterday. Half an hour or so into the conversation her partner came into the room.. Friend’s Partner: is that Jess? Friend: yes.. Friend’s Partner: I want to talk to her, give me the phone *takes phone* Friend: (in background) ..but.. Friend’s Partner: shh! Go away, I’m on the phone! Friend: ..but.. […]
Has anyone else noticed the similarities between the prophets, John the baptist and Jesus with the three Billy Goats Gruff? “Me? Nah, I’m not tasty/big/important/mighty enough – you want the next guy, he’s much tastier/bigger/more important/mightier than me!” (the small part where Jesus dies can be overlooked as part of the biggest-billy-goat-kicks-troll’s-butt scuffle – coming […]
It seems that it’s impossible to add purely Good Things to a life. Great news? Bam! Bad news. Good mood? Bam! Some reason to hide. Have lots to do inside at the weekend? Bam! Have a couple of fabulously warm sunny days so you either feel guilty about missing them by being inside or about […]
I need to go shopping. The tears fall heavily, the breaths juddering and irregular, my thoughts spiralling and my face getting steadily more puffy. The tears have nothing to do with my need to go shopping. They’re just there. And their presence is a hindrance. I want go back to bed. To hide. To cry […]
It’s bad enough that it’s taken me a week to post this picture of thick, gloopy, Spanish hot chocolate. It’s worse that it took me almost a year to make it. It feels like it’s time to start doing/eating/drinking the good things and stop waiting for “someday” or the right day or any other kind […]
I usually like doing things in my own way. However, even I must admit that sometimes ‘normal’ is normal for a reason. In this case, there are probably better ways to open yoghurt pots…
I was recently in Girona on my way from Murcia towards Berlin. Girona is a really pretty city, at least what I saw in the 17 or so hours I was there. Much friendlier than Barcelona and much less scary to walk around at night. I wandered between the old old houses and shops, admiring […]
We went inside but left before mass started. Impressive, but way too much gold for my liking.
Lots of Murcians (and possibly lots of other Spaniards) have Churros for breakfast. Churros are like pieces of deepfried (oozing) doughnut-dough rings. Here, you dip them into thick, custard-like, rich hot chocolate. When in Murcia, do as the Murcians do. So I did. And here they are:
“Hey! You’re wearing nice socks, can I try them on?”
The van is huuuuuge!! And has the turning circle of a block of flats.
In the rush to get out of the house I left my coffee behind..
It seems I’m my own best saboteur….but at least we have a good packed lunch!