There are those days when all you need is your way to get away, and I’m not talking about expensive flights, restaurant bills or coloured drinks. All I’m saying is that we all need a way to escape – doesn’t really matter if it’s a mid-week concert, a glass or wine or a cigarette smoked in… Continue reading blank sheet
I've spent the past two weeks packing and folding in the most approximate way and sitting on suitcases to close them and unpacking and unfolding and dusting off things I've been collecting for the past few years and then looked at all I had and all it was were a couple heavy boxes filled with… Continue reading all things are fickle when your room is naked and the shoes are tied
Yesterday I went for dinner with some friends to an Italian restaurant, one of those with foreign waitresses who were taught some words like Grazie and Arrivederci, the menu with the original titles of recipes and an approximate translation in English and cooks with strong stereotypical names and even stronger accents. A bottle of prosecco… Continue reading strangers on skateboards are wiser than most people I know // on randomness, control freaks and the fun inbetween
After spending the past few months trying to figure out why the hell the whole world is hypnotised by every outfit Chiara Ferragni wears and how many times she indulges in eating celery and drinking dairy-free cappuccinos, I came to the conclusion that a blogger’s life may look good but is exhausting. And before saying… Continue reading a frank experiment on instagram
Here's a short list of the lessons I've learned spending the past three years of my life as a non-economically-independent but free-spirited international student in the U.K. - between 9am classes, cheap wine and meal deals. If you feel like it, you're free to do it It doesn't matter if it's a Tuesday or… Continue reading 6 honest lessons from a student in the U.K.
I must admit, randomness is my biggest passion and past time. From having lunch at 5pm to see 50-year-olds dying their hair in pastel colours, kids learning how to roll cigarettes on the street and people talking about casual sex. And the fact that our parents' generation tried to teach us how to behave, religion… Continue reading wee and swim
Córdoba | November 2016 It may be because my feet hurt or because I've been eating too many tapas and chai lattes, but spending handfuls of money on traveling always ends up being a good idea. Uphill walkings and hostel's dirty sheets included. Because at the end of it - that melancholic moment you sit… Continue reading andalusìa // hurting feet and chai latte
To kiss a stranger is in any way stranger than sleeping with the same person for handfuls of years. Excellent compromise between real life - made of misfortunes and horoscopes that still attempt to convince you you'll bump into the right person, you just have to turn the corner - and the bubble I made my… Continue reading bad luck, horoscopes and backpacks