Though Spring certainly doesn't seem to be springing with any kind of force, let's hope that the storks bring some good weather with them.
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- Troy
- Troy Nahumko is an award-winning author based in Caceres, Spain. His recent work focuses on travels around the Mediterranean, from Tangier to Istanbul. As a writer and photographer he has contributed to newspapers and media such as Lonely Planet, The Globe and Mail, The Sydney Morning Herald, The Toronto Star, Couterpunch,The Irish World, The Straits Times, The Calgary Herald, Khaleej Times, DW-World, Rabble and El Pais. He also writes a bi-weekly op-ed column 'Camino a Ítaca' for the Spanish newspaper HOY. His book, Stories Left in Stone, Trails and Traces in Cáceres, Spain is published by the University of Alberta Press. As an ESL materials writer he has worked with publishers such as Macmillan and CUP.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Spring's Here, or At Least the Storks Are...
This winter has been rotten, plain rotten. Rain can be a godsend in countries susceptible to drought like Spain, but enough already!
Though Spring certainly doesn't seem to be springing with any kind of force, let's hope that the storks bring some good weather with them.
Though Spring certainly doesn't seem to be springing with any kind of force, let's hope that the storks bring some good weather with them.
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I remember the storks from when I lived in Salamanca.
And one January morning in Seville I saw a huge flock of them migrating north - right over my head as I hung up my laundry on the roof. About forty of them flew right over me and then "took a left" at a nearby church steeple. It was amazing.
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