Rain, rain, go away

We’ve returned from sunny Italian fields to floods and torrential rain of the antediluvian variety. Clever viral marketing for the upcoming Evan Almighty film? I even saw an amusing, if scary, headline on a London newspaper kiosk last night: Thames floods: Flee now! Quite biblical. Let’s pause and take stock …

Those Eyes

I was in Italy for a holiday and looking around, I noticed that everyone seemed to be an expert at flirting. Everyone but me. I’m not a bad flirt, but I’m better verbally and I have that quirky girl geek aspect going. But what I wouldn’t give to be able …

Poem inspired by Ronda

I am not a naturalist have never written about plants or flowers or how the sun looks o’er barley I am angles and concrete, uncalculated space and infinity I write of men made of plastic and eggplant caffeine addiction and how the perfect pair of shoes is as gorgeous as …

Escaping wanderlust

Confession time: Some people are addicted to drinking, shopping and sex. I am addicted to travel. It isn’t a new thing. If you read my first posts on this blog, you’ll have noticed how I tend to put off the important things in life until the last minute and preoccupy …

Quick Mojo update

Thank you to all who have posted comments or sent reassuring emails about the return of my Mojo. So far there have been sightings of it backpacking in Ireland, having tea at the Ritz and even sunbathing in St. Barts. Whether it is clutching a cup of Earl, a Guinness or a Pina Colada, my …

Spielen Karten and Nudity

I had a great time in Cologne, a city with a passion for food, drink and celebration. Cologne doesn’t take itself too seriously, the folks I met were laid back and welcoming but not in a fake way. Even the barmaids in the biergartens were friendly, underneath their pristine aprons and …

Nothing new under the sun

Wanderlust has me by the throat again. This time it is Eastern Europe, with its former communist facades, it’s majestic hilltops, full of castles and crumbling palaces: Budapest, Prague, Romania, Poland. I am yearning for contrast, cafes full of beautiful young people and decrepit old bars where politics is a …

Mermaid in training

I recently returned from the Costa de Azahar, having spent two weeks engrossed in my own version of a sensory deprivation tank. The beach was quiet enough to forgot everything around me. Dipping head first in the water, I stayed under for as long as I could. Mindless as a piece …

The Incredible Shrinking Essay

After weeks of agonizing worry and sleepless tossing and turning  due to stress and too much caffeine, I finally turned in my last essay: the longest 15000 words ever. The night before it was due, I was significantly over my word limit,  hacking away at entire sentences with a machete.  The …