Did anybody ever see that movie about an English map surveillor (or something of that kind) travelling to Wales to measure whether their mountain was indeed a mountain, or just a hill? I wonder if there really is an official limit for what is or isn't a mountain? And if there is, is it the same in every country? I'm wondering this because recently, my life has been all about mountains, it seems; for a while there, wherever I turned, I simply could not get away from them. Contrary to my sister, who likes to put a mountain in everything she creates,
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I have never been much into them. But, I never realised it until I came to Spain - here we are surrounded by them, beautiful, misty blue against the skyline, and yet, they don't move me at all. I'm not saying I dislike them, just that I don't really think about them, or even notice them. In fact, I feel a bit cruel ingoring them the way I do (I'm the kind of person that feels sorry for the bruised bit of the apple that nobdy wants, so I sometimes force myself to eat that too, even though I find the texture really gross ...), but what I can do - I look at them and all I can say is ":..well ... they are pretty."