We live in a hole in a sandstone cliff, carved by unknown hands, listening to some music after lunch, hiding there from the sun, and looking out over the sea….
We live in a hole in a sandstone cliff, carved by unknown hands, listening to some music after lunch, hiding there from the sun, and looking out over the sea….
Versione in Italiano sotto Step 1: Arrival Zia Laura and Zio Fabio live atop a Tuscan hill overlooking hundreds of neat and verdant vineyard lines under an eternally blue sky….
The day is hot as the sun warms the golden fields of Tuscany. We enjoy the lack of humidity we suffered in Venice, making the summer here less stuffy and…
Barring my Grandmother, my Aunt Hélène is by far the most generous person in my life. As she has told me often, giving is her greatest joy, and to gift…
I am greeted by my Italian girlfriend wearing her khaki skirt over a pair of black leather boots, matched by a silky black top and her lovely curls. Nearly mute…
For one month and a half, Indi, my girlfriend, and I, will be separated by a handful of national borders, the towering Alps, and most crucially, our exams. She has…
This one will be a bit different. No diary, I just intend to write down some memories and impressions that went through my mind the past months. Of course we…
Naast een lang weekend Parijs is deze week op Madeira onze eerste echte reis samen. We ontmoetten elkaar vier maanden geleden en tot nu toe waren het uitsluitend zachte verhalen,…
An evening in Montmartre always has a lot on offer. We dined large snails and onion soup in a traditional bistro and slowly strolled towards Sacre-Coeur, with its white domes…
She’s left for her lectures and I sit alone in my room. Not knowing what to do, and staring at my useless hands, I decide to start cleaning. Creating order…