hēg denu
The old english words from which my name is derived, hēg 'hay' + denu 'valley'.-
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Welcome to the North: 2015
We’re reaching the end of another year, and so it’s time for my annual wrap-up. This post is also making up for how little I’ve updated voo-du in the last year. I will try to do better next year. The year … Continue reading →
Kitesurfing and Ninlil
Yesterday I went for my first Kitesurfing lesson. A present from Andrea for my birthday. It was absolutely fantastic. The first session was theory, then safety stuff, and then we got onto the beach with some kites and (on a … Continue reading →
Barcelona Bitters
After being introduced to bitters in Australia, Andrea wanted to have some at home. So we went looking for it in the El Corte Inglés supermarket, but with no luck. We even asked in the gourmet section, but there, just … Continue reading →
Eucalyptus Christmas
Yesterday, Andrea and I were in the Santa Llucia christmas market in Barcelona. I hadn’t been there in a couple of years, but I was somewhat surprised to see all the christmas tree vendors also selling eucalyptus branches. Andrea asked … Continue reading →
Calçots are not onions
Actually calçots are a type of onion, from specific regions of Catalunya. But they’re not just onions, they’re really a little bit of a throwback to that time when you couldn’t buy any fruit or vegetable in the supermarket all … Continue reading →
Three years
Yesterday marked three years since I arrived in Barcelona, with a single suitcase (okay two suitcases between two people) and a very rudimentary knowledge of spanish. Nowadays I speak very little english here and have way too much stuff packed … Continue reading →
Guirilandia
Andrea and I went out last night to celebrate finishing masters and so on to a restaurant by the beach in Barcelona. The area is so touristy that Andrea got given a menu in english and we had to ask … Continue reading →
Walking down Passeig de Gràcia
I saw a woman with three lines of text that appeared to be tattooed across the top of her chest. The text was in German, but I didn’t have time to read it. A girl pouted her lips to kiss … Continue reading →
A short day
definition: Any day where I arrive at my station of departure1 less than twelve hours after arriving at the Autònoma FGC station. Uninteresting information: today wasn’t a short day. 1 Either Sant Joan or the Autònoma depending on whether I’ve … Continue reading →
That sort of day
The weather here in Barcelona has started to warm up a bit, we’re having those first warm days of the year when no one can decide whether it’s too hot or not yet.