Spanish humour
Mary Murphy
February 7, 2013
When I don’t have anyone to talk to, except myself, and having nothing good to read either, I tend to eavesdrop on other people’s conversations.
When I don’t have anyone to talk to, except myself, and having nothing good to read either, I tend to eavesdrop on other people’s conversations.
Saturday in Las Palmas was spent trying to find a pub that was showing the Ireland/Wales match. The first Irish pub I found looked as
A while back, taking a rare full day off when in Malta, I tried my damndest to relax. I went down to the pool and
If ever a city was built for the sun, Las Palmas was. The locals will tell you that it only rains 10 days a year
Isn’t it odd how, when for all your reasoning life, you’ve heard a word pronounced in one way, and then you hear it, from a
Nothing could have prepared me for what I met at Fort Monostor in Komárom. No explanation, or description, or photographs could have done justice to
I first visited Budapest in December 2003. Shortly afterwards, I wrote this letter about my impressions. The inimitable DLW, who hoards her correspondence, dug it
I knew little, if anything, about Hungary before I moved here. Gradually, as I met more and more people, my list of places to visit
Somewhere between my mid-20s and my early 30s, the thought of a hot, sudsy bath became more enjoyable than the bath itself. Gone were the
Everything I’ve ever done in my life to date has led to my being in Budapest right now. Difficult to imagine that each little decision
