It’s not that type of blogmas that you would expect, but I can’t really write about things that aren’t interesting to me – so here’s a poem.
Not much is going on lately, as you can clearly see by looking at recent posts, but the weather outside is making up for it. Or rather, making the view.
When people think about Norway, they see this cold, wintery land of aurora borealis and moose slowly strolling through the huge forests. Well, it’s not so far from the truth, besides that no one mentions non-existence of Sun or melting snow every few weeks because of possible global warming.
Even though I’m in Norway, a country where prices make you quite a minimalist themselves, but still if you’re online, you get attacked by Black Friday.
Part two of our weekend-journey to the astonishing, old, and surprisingly not-so-big capital Dublin.
An attempt on wintery poetry.
Ireland, (Éire in Irish Gaelic) is a big Island next to the United Kingdom, but it’s not a part of it. It’s important to remember that, because not everyone speaking English is actually from England and Irish people might find that offensive.