Chesham Chatters

The tiny trail, though surely much longer than I thought it would be, nestled in a cozy town. Snoring softly in winter and brought to life by the yellow in the sun. The way of things. How lovely it is to go on a walk, alone with your thoughts and the flowers, passing through trees

Merrily Mary

A queue to big when considering the space, people line up nonetheless. Zigzagging over cobble stone, in a quaint little market, in view of a not-so quaint, magnificent castle. Coming from around the world to taste a bit of the thing that all from here say you must. For is it really a trip to

Happy Now

All too often, we set goals because of how we think they will make us feel on the other side. And while it’s important to set goals to evolve into greater versions of ourselves, the reason for doing so should not be because we want to feel better. Never sacrifice your happiness now for the

Malaga musings

A city in the sun… A castle atop a green hill rolling and I see below what I must look like from above. I was down there just a second ago. Or two, it was a bit of a hike. And now I’m out of breath because I raced to the top. The castle walls

Milan musings

Rainbows burst out of the glass, refracting illuminations of color on the pillar like tinker bell. A fairy’s disco. Reflections linger in the empty aisle, a ghost caught in the spotlight as particles of light hover in kaleidoscopic dust. It’s so beautiful. We see it in shutter speed. A story bending though, the ray of

The soul of a place

The more I travel, the more I am quite certain that every place I visit has a soul. You can feel the energy pulsing through the moment you step off the plane. Moving to Santa Barbara, I remember this feeling. I knew it was exactly the place where I was supposed to be. A great

Moroccan musings

Hello, everyone! Thank you all so much for your support. I can’t believe it’s only been a few weeks and I already have some followers. Woohoo! Fridays I will be posting little rambles from my travels. I hope you don’t mind. First up, my trip to Chefchaouen, the blue village: There exists a world of

Dancing on my own

An at-home music festival for the soul gone wrong The other day I decided to turn on a music festival and just dance. And it was so much fun. It’s easy to feel cooped up because we are unable to go out and less loose in the ways we know and love. For me, I