…lonely, maybe, but not long and cold enough. And more importantly, it’s not over yet. (Yay!) I could start going on about how winter is important for nature to be reborn or something equally as deep, but enough bullshit on this blog (for a while at least, I am fairly confident it will be back in due … More 17 – Little darling, it’s been a long, cold, lonely winter
And…….easy on the roses. Most people instantly think of Romeo and Juliet when Verona is mentioned. I think of Amarone. (Or the opera festival, occasionally, depends on the state of mind, but let’s be honest here, really the wine comes as the first (only?) association). Yeah, yeah, the young lovers, the doomed passion (so boringly … More 16 – Days of Wine and Roses
A sunny saturday in London. In January. Temperature hovers just above zero, but the humid air makes me shiver more than -30C in Lapland last year. Nevertheless, the locals cycle around me in shorts and light summer jerseys, I’ve even seen a couple of guys in flip-flops. Must have been New Zealanders, they seem to have … More 15 – That’s the way it goes
Felix Mendelssohn is best known for a completely different composition than the one I decided to name this entry after, but let’s not go that way. For my latest trip’s destination does not need to be disclosed further than by the pictures; does not need words, does not need anything, really, but do play the soundtrack … More 14 – Songs without words
Come, all my well-read Italian (and non) friends. Divina commedia, Inferno, Canto V, verso 103. You all know the verse. Love, that exempts no one beloved from loving (Longfellow translation, 1867). I shall not descend into analysing Dante. Many clever people have done so rather well before me, and who am I to have anything meaningful to … More 13 – Amor, ch’a nullo amato amar perdona
Vigilia di Natale, un giorno come gli altri. Well, Season’s Greeting from the Czech Republic. I’m home for Christmas, which is great. But well, fuck me (that’s a figure of speech, I perfected my english on a broking desk, so you’ll have to pardon my french. English, that is) can I seriously be laying in my bed … More 12 – Moderato in Re Minore
This wasn’t my first visit to Portugal, but the first one I had planned a bit ahead. The little I knew about Portuguese history came from high school history lessons as a brief mention of Carnation revolution, and the 1995 Italian film “Sostiene Pereira” / “According to Pereira”, starring Marcello Mastroianni, from which I mostly … More 11 – Vamos embora!
Here we go again. What is the biggest lie in man’s life? “I will never touch a drink again”. Well, maybe just, “I will never drink again if I have to take a flight early on the following morning”. Or I will at least try. Most likely won’t. So this weekend of la dolce vita starts … More 10 – Everything looks better in black and white
Right, Belgium. What did I know about Brussels/Belgium before coming here… Not much to be fair. Let’s see: Seat to EU bureaucratic machinery, lax gun control laws, no government for years (maybe there is one now, I am lazy to check) and Tintin. Food: For some reason the locals think that steamed mussels and French … More 9 – BXL
I don’t really have anything deep to share with my readers to be honest, and no half-decent pictures this time, because I haven’t really been out with the camera purposely to take photos, but it’s been two weeks since I posted something and I guess I just miss writing. But I’ve had an interesting weekend. Well, … More 8 – Le temps fuit et sans retour emporte nos tendresses
Kacenka on the road 