the rain in spain ...

falls mainly on barcelona!

a question of luggage

despite my imagined wolfish demeanour, when i travel, i pack like a girl.

i would have found myself rather comfortable in the days of the raj - followed on my journey by an entourage of bearers happily carrying my twenty matching pieces of luggage on their heads or backs or wherever it may be that bearers bear their burdens.



however, if one wishes to visit europe on a budget, then one had best learn to travel light. failure to do so would involve paying ryan air (or some such other budget airline) copious amounts of moolah for excess baggage.

will the wolf survive five nights in barcelona with only a back pack? watch this page ...

“If you run after things, nothing will come to you. Let things run after you. The sea never sends an invitation to the rivers. That’s why they run to the sea. The sea is content. It doesn’t want anything. That’s the secret in life. Happiness is the absence of the striving for happiness”.
-Chuang-Tzu

have i ended up in an alternate universe?

i can't remember when it last rained. no it is not the inevitable memory loss of age! it just has not rained, scotland is turning brown.
it is still bliksem cold, no denying that, but ... dry! no water falling from the sky and the green is fading.
wtf???

for the animal doctor on our second '2nd april' anniversary

the years

love is your smile, when you say
"you are funny"
love is wolf walking
on a day, cold, yet sunny
love is the warmth
of your arms when it's icy
love is the sharing of things
cheap and pricey
love is in working
and time spent in leisure
love is in boredom
as well as in pleasure
love is the carrot wine
we made in the fall
love is the sound of your voice
when you call
love is in laughter
in anger and tears
love is triumphant
in conquering fears
love is the gift
of two beings united
love is the burning
of passion ignited
love is the feeling
i hold in my heart
the missing and longing
when we are apart
i love you today
i will love you forever
may life grant us the years
to grow old together


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