Winter is finally here. This is a rare on-time post, because I happened to be out in the mountains last weekend. It doesn’t mean I am not behind with this blog’s content, but while posting photographs from summer when it’s freezing and dark outside may seem nostalgic, publishing snowy pictures 5 months later would be … More 160 – Winter, finally
Disclaimer no 1: for the snow in Spain winter hikes, scroll down. I know I have recently been hinting about posting an article about some of the material worthy of National Geographic that one inevitably comes across while trying to causally date the opposite sex. Or any sex, really, I trust that people interested in … More 154 – Poscia, più che ‘l dolor poté il digiuno
Sorry folks, I am a little behind with the blog, as I still need to work my way out of 2020. Pretty much same as all of us, I’m afraid, as nothing suggests things may get significantly closer to normal any time soon. Speaking of which, my mysterious fellow melomaniac neighbour doesn’t seem too convinced … More 152 – Patones de Arriba
In most countries, “a bridge” refers to any type of construction that connects two points over an obstacle. In Spanish, Italian and possibly other mediterranean languages it also means a situation where a bank holiday falls close to the weekend, so you “bridge” the day in between, when you’d normally work. This concept is unknown … More 151 – El Puente
Second and I’m afraid the last skiing weekend of the year, although I have been looking into squeezing into my busy schedule another couple of days on the snow towards the end of March. However, two days of travelling for a day and (maybe) a half of skiing looks like a bit of an unnecessary hassle. … More 19 – Beginner’s guide to skiing in the Alps
…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
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
Kacenka on the road 