Our kitchen was showing some cracks. That’s just how it is in old buildings, I thought. The bathhouse is over a hundred years old, and the extensions certainly date from before 1953. Before that date, you could be renovating whatever you wanted Nobody batted an eye. Before 1953, it wasn’t mandatory in Portugal to have […]
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It’s that time of the year again. At the end of summer, we’ll be inspecting our homemade limestone caves, just like every year. Pardon? Where might that be? Those limestone caves are growing in our boilers Calcium-rich water combined with heat does a lot to your equipment. Not just your equipment, by the way, because
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“Another job evaporating,” I think, as I rush to the terrace on the 1st floor to take a picture. I’ve figured out what that sound was, which I’ve been hearing for half an hour but can’t see. One reason for not seeing anything being the morning mist – it’ll be another warm bright & shiny
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Elections are always held here on a Sunday. Then everyone has the day off — well, almost everyone … with illness and fires, there are always people at work, and without problems, you’d still need train conductors and coffee makers anyway, but you can’t take that into account, so: Portuguese elections are always held on
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The gray horror (last week’s HighwayHanger) is in the Basque Country. The campsite, by the way, where you’re not allowed to bring your dog and where you have to pay 46 euros a night, is only a few hundred meters away. So maybe we’re not so bad off after all. We can easily go a
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Part Two of Journey to the End of the Noise We drove straight into a depression. After a few hours, I thought: “What nostalgia, a road trip like this, we should do that more often.” Things turned out a bit differently. On that mountain (last week’s cliffhanger), the aforementioned depression suddenly schlepped itself over the
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The passenger seatbelt rattles. The passenger window is too far open, but I can’t reach it. Harry, the van squeaks and creaks, and his engine roars. Trucks suck past. The air comes audibly through the open windows because it only has arco (2). We’re going through the Spanish plateau to Zaragoza And that’s quite a
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Dick looks at me with a twinkle in his eye and says: “Good business plan, you come for a night, you book a mosaic workshop, and after three weeks you’re still here.” I laugh: “Yeah, great, huh? And people enjoy it too.” They’ve chosen to do a mosaic workshop They want to take something beautiful
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They come to say goodbye early – it gets warm again today, and their car only has AWOº no Airco. It was a nice surprise to welcome them. I’m just dreamily watching my future epoxy project They arrived late in the afternoon, and didn’t really want to leave. A bit hesitant: “Do you perhaps have
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