I’m halfway through my month-long escape in Bali and my weeks have begun forming a pattern. Monday morning, wake up early, yoga, green tea. Tuesday…
Enjoy the Journey – When You Get There, You May Not Be Welcome From Corfu to Korcula, from Montenegro to Rome, from Tallinn and Helsinki…
“Holy crap!” Mum shouts as a bike skyrockets past her, narrowly missing her little feet. “The bikes really own the roads and the bloody pavements…
Today I’m walking over the bridge to go to the supermarket, taking a break from work. Listening to music on my phone, the Killers playing…
Before our bags were packed our egos were boosted. Our air was shrouded in arrogance. Friends, family and strangers fuelled our vanity: what we were…
There were boobs. So many boobs. Saggy, perky, big and small, in a myriad of shapes, sizes and colours, but with plenty of tanned skin;…
“Excuse me. Can I have money for an ice-cream?” I look up from the Subway sandwich I am munching through and direct my attention to…
Ah, Venice – La Serenissma. La Dominante. The City of Bridges, of Masks, and Canals. The Grande Dame of the Adriatic. But has La Serenisima…
“The game is called Presidents,” one of the French girls is saying, gesturing excitedly the way people explaining card games do, her words coming to…
“You can’t take this,” Mom said while she pulled my dear, favourite yellow t-shirt from the suitcase. “Why not?” I pouted. “Because it has Hebrew…
I am absolutely besotted with him. We went for walks together and he pointed out all the hydrangeas on the hillside. And I knew that…
Buenaventura Bravo’s main job during the Spanish Civil War was getting his goats out of the village and into the mountains. This was no top-secret…
