#1 | Italian The first thing we eat is Italian food. Fancy that! First lunch in Paris and here we are, going over an Italian menu written in French. How did Ernestine and I end up in an Italian restaurant anyway? I feel a little guilty for being too lazy to explore the…
“How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.” ― William Faulkner Despite my seemingly insatiable wanderlust, I am in fact a home buddy. And I’m happiest when I’m at home. One of the most satisfying things for me is spending an afternoon here in my makeshift work…
I have been meaning to tell you all about Paris since I came back three months ago. But I couldn’t find the right words. In fact, words just get in the way, so the famous song goes. You cannot fault me for not trying, though. I tried. But nothing I wrote sufficed. Instead, to my…
Just received a pleasant surprise today. Some months back, I was interviewed by a writer from Zen Health Magazine. The magazine was doing an article about women solo travellers and I was one of those they wanted to feature. So long story short, the issue was finally printed and today, I got my copy! Cool,…