The buzz of the espresso steamer. The hum of the passing car on the split lane street lined with trees and palms. The cute, sexy server attempting to give good service even though you both speak different languages What was intended to be a short walk, became a romantic and nostalgic experience with a small
For most of its existence, Bucharest remained hidden from the eyes of foreigners. Tales of brutal communist dictatorship that governed over Romania reached all corners of the world. One could wonder what needed to be done in order to attract modern-day tourists after such a reputation. Frankly, what happened after a crippling economic situation is
Hi. I’m feeling so exposed and vulnerable. No family. No business. No home, roots or symbols of meaning that we often point at to say, “this is me, I am good,” with a highly-tuned sensitivity to read the faces of others around us to affirm our belonging. This has been my state of being for
Great little spot that transports you back to Eastern Europe not to leave out the Epic-ness of Condesa Mexico City.
I’m bewitched. This place has teleported me from the trapping of the matrix and enchanted me with the divine. There is a loss of time, the minutes passing like days, relying on my trusty Garmin to give me a feeling of time and space. Time is such a brutal master, it’s seconds counting down over