Today’s Photohunter theme is “bridge”.
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The Puente Isabel in Sevilla, designed by Eiffel.
bridge
07 Saturday Feb 2009
Category Archives: sevilla
sevilla tapas on twitter
03 Tuesday Feb 2009
Posted in blogging, culture, food & drink, internet, photos, restaurants, sevilla, spain, tapas, work
it could have been worse…
30 Friday Jan 2009
It’s true that I don’t really start functioning properly until I’ve had my 1.5 cups of steaming hot coffee in the morning, preferably brought to my bedside by Nog so I can stay snuggled under the duvet with my laptop until I have to get up and face the day. But yesterday wasn’t a typical day because I had the dreaded CT scan scheduled and so, even after the usual amount of morning coffee, I decided to stay in bed awhile longer, snuggle cats, and try to forget what was going to happen.
As it turned out, and compared to previous “scan days”, it could have been much worse…
lunch and stuff
29 Thursday Jan 2009
Posted in cancer, food & drink, friends, health & happiness, hospitals, life stuff, photos, restaurants, sevilla, spain, tapas
Good friends, good food, good wine …
Pipocas, Flor and I had an absolutely fabulous time at Tre Fratelli yesterday. In fact, it was a pretty fine day all round. Starting off with yoga class, then an hour or so later Flor came over for further computer instruction. Pip met us here and we walked over to the restaurant together. And for the next three hours there wasn’t even the eensiest hint of dead air.
Today will be quite something else. I need to fast from about 10am and then start drinking that gawd awful strawberry-flavoured barfium snot around 4 o’clock. Then I’ll walk up to Pip’s office at 6 and we’ll head off to the hospital for my CT scan.
Ah well, at least I have some nice memories …
flor
27 Tuesday Jan 2009
This is where Flor lives … beautiful, isn’t it?
Who’d have thought that going back to yoga class would not only be good for my health & well-being, but also for my social life? Last week I was walking into the gym at the same time as one of the new yoga members (well, new since I left last May) , who said hello to me and asked my name. I was expecting the usual confused response that Spanish people have when they first hear my name, but instead this woman said, “is that with a W?”. Ha! It turned out that she wasn’t Spanish at all, but a lovely and vibrant planetary citizen called Flor …
casa azahar 