Last week, I published a post where I wrote about the constant fear and anxiety that I felt prior to embarking on my big American trip. It was a post that forced me to be pretty open about the vulnerabilities and limitations that I may…
As you already know, I had the chance to travel to New York a few weeks ago for a couple of days. I wrote endless blogposts about my expectations, experiences and my ever-constant desire to do it all over again already. For me, it lived…
I don’t do goodbyes very well, I never have. First of all, goodbyes are hardly ever ‘good’, I mean, sometimes, even saying goodbye to something you don’t like can be scary because heading towards the unknown is just that: scary. Period. When I woke up…
At this point, we had the whole routine down. We’d wake up early enough for the hotel breakfast each morning and head down after brushing our teeth in a hibernated state still. After breakfast, we’d head back up and straight into the bath in turns….
4:30 am. Wide awake and ready to get swallowed up by all of the motions. No buzzing on my phone or alarm clock that set my senses off and up and running. No. I was just laying there staring at the ceiling with all my…
It was an early morning for me. I had no complaints about that as I was wrapped up in excitement and disbelief at my core. It was finally happening; the thing I had dreamt about way before puberty began. Travel mornings are all the same…
Row 30. ‘G’ to be exact. A blanket over my shoulder and the seatbelt fastened; not too tight, but tight enough to get the slight nod of approval from the air hostess. My 10-year-old self would be so proud of how far she’s going; jumping…
I always say the one thing I’ll always be grateful for in my life is travelling. Plane rides were always the gateway to so much change in my life that led me to become the person I am today. I strongly believe there is nothing…
My eyes that were filled with wonder and enchantment on that very first day are now filled with hidden, invisible tears as I put my hand on the blue rusty handrails to make my way down to the last floor for the last time.
It’s the cliché naïve thing to do in my opinion: promise each other that nothing is ever going to change. We looked each other in the eye and promised we’d always keep in touch like our daily alarm, we promised to remain each other’s locked-up…