I’m not addicted to heroine. But I am, in some ways, addicted to heroines. You know, with an ‘s;’ female heroes. Addicted to female anything actually…
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
I don’t know for sure whether or not The Royal Mail in Denmark, these days governed more or less by Swedish funds and now called Post Nord.
Syria, xenophobia, Brexit, Trump, populism, net hate… The world is spinning faster than ever before. People feel small, bewildered and scared.
Back on the Costa Granadina it’s so nice to have summer back. At least I think so after a great September in Denmark and a not so nice opening of October. Pepe doesn’t agree, though.
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.