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Beginnings.
“Start as you mean to continue”…or “go on”? I don’t know how it goes. I wanted my first blog post to be about something travel-related, attempting to summarise the wonders of recent months in my life. Instead, I am writing about how I can’t manage that. One word: procrastination. Another word: beginnings. Beginnings are always…
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Sundays, with love
Rue Estelle. As I write to you, Jasmine reads aloud an extract from her book “All About Love”. The sunlight is hitting the adjacent building so nicely I had to capture this moment. I have always found exploring European cities on a Sunday quite interesting. With most shops, bakeries, and restaurants closed, remnants of ghost…
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La vie en France est belle.
My long return to London for the festive season has taken me on quite the journey through Europe. First, the Italian cities of Naples, Rome, Florence and now France. Last week I enjoyed spending time in the snowy alps region. Admittedly, Annecy, Lyon, and Saint-Etienne were all very cold, but lively Christmas markets, copious cups…
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The Napoli Hustle
In the last week I have visited three major Italian cities: Naples, Rome and Florence. Aside from the obvious – fine Italian cuisine, gorgeous Tuscan wine, and Renaissance architecture, Naples stood out to me; the biggest and most populated city in the country, it gave me a unique and distinct impression of Italy and I…
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I’m on a break from street food (mostly tacos).
What’s the first thing you think about when you hear the word ‘Mexico’? I’ll give you 5 seconds. If your answer wasn’t tacos then something is wrong. Only joking. But seriously, the street food in Mexico is some of the best street food you will find in the entire world. Juicy elote smothered in creamy…
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Movement is magic.
I have always believed that finding a routine when you are constantly moving around is hard. Now I am starting to think that is just an excuse… The topic of this blog is not excuses, but movement. ✨ Traveling is, at its core, movement. Moving from one place to another, on repeat. There’s nothing quite…
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I want to live by the ocean forever.
30 foot palm trees, eclectic umbrellas engulfed in the softness of the sand, the tranquility of the ocean at the foot of the desert land. The sea kisses the buzzing energy of the people sat on its shore. Beach vendedores cross the beach, selling everything under the sun: fresh oysters prepared in front of you…
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