domingo, 22 de febrero de 2015

What I did in January

Oh, Jeez... February is on its last week already (WHAT? Is it almost over?)
and I can´t believe what a soft and nice Winter we had.
You see? There´s no way to complain about the weather anymore, as it has been quite warm comparing with last year around here...
Anyway, it´s time for another monthly round-up episode.
Do you want to know what I did in January?

martes, 10 de febrero de 2015

The art of fine eating

As a rule, I am not a New Year´s goals person but as everybody else I make one or two resolutions once in a while.
Last year I decided to cut down a bit on the quantity of sugar in my diet.
Happy to say against all predictions (I really mean this, even I wasn´t very sure of my own will), I made it. I don´t put any sugar on my hot beverage anymore, and the quantity of sweet I eat now is abot the half it used to be. Not that bad, right?
So this year I thought I could keep following my own nutritional path.
Like you know, one step at a time.

viernes, 6 de febrero de 2015

Seasons don´t fear the reaper

When I was a kid, I used to think seasons were made up.
Well, as weird as this sounds, it is quite reasonable if you grow up on a land where it rains ten months
a year. The two months left are an irregular sequence of sunny and cloudy days, unexpected showers, and windy times, so the technical classification of Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall  was everything but real to me.

Taking that into account, you will understand why after a year living with continental Europe weather,  I am not still used to it.
I have no idea about falling walking on the snow, sudden Summer electric storms, proper Autumal landscapes AND (more importantly) what to wear for real Winter.
Because, Winter? What´s that?

miércoles, 4 de febrero de 2015

Book review: Horns by Joe Hill.

Joe Hill has been on my list of to-read authors for ages.
Specifically since I was in my first university year and a I met a good friend of mine.
We instantly connected, as we shared the same passion for horror literature.
During our second coffee and "let´s-talk-about-all-the-horror-novels-we-like" date, she mentioned she totally hated Stephen King, but liked his son better.
A long time went by, and although I totally forgot about the connection with S. King, my memory withheld the name of Joe Hill.
Unfortunately, getting a copy of his works in Spanish was difficult by then, 
and I was not as familiar with English language as I am nowadays, so I didn´t feel confident enough to try.
However, I received a copy of Horns this Christmas,  and I could finally give it a chance.