Life piles up so fast that I have no time to write out the equally fast rising mound of reflections. – Virginia Woolf
Writing slump. Life taking over. Getting lost. Finding my way back.
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…