I believe that almost ten years have passed since I last talked rubbish in this forum. The readers might be of a different opinion on this…
My home country Finland is known for its ‘thousands of lakes,’ the exact number of which is 187,888, its outstanding design and fully paid war reparations to the then Soviet Union after two wars during World War II.
When we came down in October, our fruit trees were full of this white stuff produced by cochinilla, ferocious cochineal beetles that can kill a fruit tree in no time
Syria, xenophobia, Brexit, Trump, populism, net hate… The world is spinning faster than ever before. People feel small, bewildered and scared.
It’s so nice to be back in Almunecar again, after five months in the northern hemisphere.
Here up North the ground is covered by yellow, brown and orange leaves, and the branches of birch, rowan, aspen and alder look naked and ascetic against the grey sky.
This year, Spain celebrated its most famous writer of all times. On April 23, four hundred years had passed since the death of Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, outstanding writer, poet and playwright.
Marta is sighing deeply every time we switch on news channel 24 to look at the unbelievable farce that is supposed to lead to the creation of a new government.
The Christmas festivities started in unusually warm and sunny weather. We Nordics have had cosy celebrations with glögg parties, meeting friends and enjoying mulled wine and ginger cookies.