World at a Glance is a series here on Sophie’s World, portraying curious, evocative, happy, sad, wondrous, unexpected little encounters. As I write this I’m on my way to the Netherlands, never mind it being 17 May, Norway’s national day, which, you may recall, is bigger than Christmas. Last time I was here was on [...]
The Viva Bahia is located on the northern coast of Majorca, just steps away from a lovely beach, Playa Muro, in the Bay of Alcudia. This is a large hotel, more a resort really, and we were there for only three days, not nearly enough time to sample all the goodies on offer. That said, [...]
This week’s #frifotos* theme is horizons. My thoughts immediately go to water – and ships in the distance. But then they wander – my thoughts, that is – to a slightly modified version: the boats along the coast of Norfolk. Norfolk Coast Path is part of a national trail running from Hunstanton to Sheringham, 150 [...]
Once upon a time there was a convent. This convent was very old and tired, its walls were falling down and the roof had many holes. The convent was sad because no one lived there anymore. And it was used to having many occupants; the nuns of the Confraternity of Saint Mary of the Disciplined [...]
During our recent visit in the Crescent City, we were given ample opportunity to taste New Orleans. Here are our favourite cafes and restaurants in town.
My youngest daughter Catarina and I have just spent a few days in Majorca. We were in the north of the island, at Playa de Muro, far away from the party beaches down south – very, very far away – in distance as well as state of mind. We spent one long, lovely day in [...]
Tree houses, ice hotels, 747s, caves and grottos, houses made of cow dung, caravans, sheep sheds, the beach,… I do like quirky sleeps, though it has been a while, meaning I’ve shoddy or no photos, so I haven’t covered many here on Sophie’s World. That’s about to change. If you’ve poked around on this blog [...]
Next week, I’m off to visit Majorca. That’s a sentence I haven’t said in many years. The name Majorca (or Mallorca) conjures up to Northern Europeans what I imagine the name Acapulco does to Americans: package holidays, pig roasts, loud pop music blasting from shops and cafes on busy seaside streets, embarrassingly drunk fellow countrymen… [...]