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It is freezing here in Larrauri.
This morning I got out from home at 8:10 and the thermometer in the car showed -7 degrees Celsius. The car was covered in frost, and the fields were white until midday.
When I arrived at work, a colleague commented that the newspaper announces a Siberian dry cold wave approaching. My childhood dream of visiting Tunguska is becoming real!
No, I am not missing the heat. Pity we will be in Galicia next week, when the Siberian spell strikes.
And life goes on here at Ibarrondo Etxea.
But one of the tricky things about this place is making the bed. We have a beautiful bedroom: decent size, great views, well heated, amazing windows (you know that this is important) and wireless internet. But rather than a double bed they’ve put together two single beds. They are side by side with no room between them, and the matresses are so nice and stiff that you really don’t notice that they are two singles rather than a double.
Making the bed is another story.
In 1 hour and 45 minutes (approx.), this blog will turn 1 year old.
I wanted to thank all the readers for reading, and all the commenters for commenting. You guys and girls are the reason that keeps me writing. Thanks.
Life goes on here at Ibarrondo Etxea.
But this morning, soon after I got up, I opened the window that looks over the balcony and there it was, a great tit hanging upside down from the handrail, pecking at the gossamer and cobwebs. My heart stopped for a few moments, I promise, while I tried to decide whether to keep holding my breath to avoid scaring the little creature or to move a little bit to get a better perspective. I think it was only a few seconds until it flew away, but, after four years without sighting one, it felt almost like the first time.
