Just a quick note to remind you that I have an email list, which would be even better with YOUR name on it!
I rarely send emails — only for big series or posts which I consider extra special.
The last five emails I sent:
- December 5th
- November 2nd
- October 25th
- October 11th
- November 4th, 2017
I respect your attention and only call for it rarely. With Facebook and Instagram changing their algorithms all the time, adding your email to this list means I will always be able to get in contact with you, but only when I have something worth sharing.
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(English here / Ingles acá)
Es la temporada de Navidad, que significa ahora necesitamos pensar en los regalos que podemos obtener para nuestros amados para mejorar la vida y compartir felicidad.
Yo escribo sobre el escalada con frequencia aca en el blog, y yo piensé que lo sería una buena oportunidad para compartir mis recomendacciones para regalos para persones que esqualen o personas que quieran empezar a escalar el año proximo.
Leye mas por mis recommendaciones.
[Spanish here / leyelo en español]
Christmas season is coming up, which means it’s time to start thinking about the things we could get out loved ones to help them along their way, and brighten their days in the year ahead.
Since I often write about climbing on here, I thought I’d put together a brief list of gift ideas that could be good for an aspiring climber or a beginner climber.
Read on for my recommendations.
If you suffer a flight delay of a certain length within the European Union, you are legally entitled to monetary compensation. But you may find that actually CLAIMING this compensation is a bit difficult.
As I briefly mentioned in my post on Tuesday, I was delayed by seven hours on a Norwegian flight from London Gatwick to New York JFK in September 2018. Here is how I successfully claimed my compensation under EU Regulation 261/2004, how long it took, and how I claimed compensation for my airline delay, for free.
“You said you saw something in my eyes that day in Lisbon that scared you. What was it?”
I am sitting in London Gatwick airport. C is on the other end of the phone. This is first time I have heard her voice in a month. It has been an excruciating five weeks in London.
Every time I leave Europe, I fly out of Gatwick. It’s reliably cheap. Today, for the first time in my life, I’ve missed my flight. I’ll have to wait there in Gatwick, overnight, for the next flight home to New York.
On the phone, there’s a long pause.
Finally, C says: “It was hurt. I saw hurt in your eyes.”