I’m currently on a trip I wasn’t prepared to make. Left Manila in a rush. Flight bookings were made in the morning. Flew out in the evening. Crossed over eleven thousand miles to be with a loved one. Now in LA. I hate cancer. It comes worse than a thief in the night. It just…
You got me at Bobby Axelrod’s swag, Damian Lewis. Not his billions. ❤️ (c) Showtime BILLIONS
She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see. Except standing there, holding on the balcony railing, holding the universe together. – J.D. Salinger Barcelona, 2016
Porridge, rice cakes and tea will do. For rainy days and Mondays.
Make me crave for Luke’s good ol’ clam chowder soup and lobster roll… And get this blog going.
The clink of the rosé crystal. The glare of the afternoon sun. The hushed conversations over a shared plate of pâté and crackers and wine. The mindless gaze at other wanderers, coming and going. The beauty of doing nothing. The laughter and euphonic chatter around. Thoughts that make me thirst. Thirsty and yearning. For Paris.
I’m embarking on an ambitious travel goal to kick-start this blog: fifty countries within my fiftieth year. That leaves me with… 24 months and 16 days to pull it off! I have been to a little over half of the goal so far. Started quite late with foreign travels. Was busy raising a family, I…