Layered with History and Ruffles…
This Summer is different than most. I laugh every time I load up my car with a weekend bag and catch a glimpse of my license plate: nomad. Nomad, indeed. I’m officially branded; from my blog name to the dainty…
This Summer is different than most. I laugh every time I load up my car with a weekend bag and catch a glimpse of my license plate: nomad. Nomad, indeed. I’m officially branded; from my blog name to the dainty…
I’ve heard nothing but amazing things about the island of Rhodes- situated near the coast of Turkey, with pristine beaches, fresh seafood and cobblestone streets, this island has been added high on my list the next time I visit Greece.…
Constantly in motion….I’m always longing to stand still but am in utter fear of complacency. Perhaps I’m worried I may actually like it. The simplicity. The extended pause. If I’m constantly moving, doing, going- it leaves little room for thought.…
Did you think that all things Greece would stop just because I’m back from my trip? Not a chance. I might be even a bit more obsessed than I was before I left and since I am still on a…
After a much-needed hiatus (and a failed hard-drive), I’m reminded that some of the best moments are the ones that go undocumented. Much like the Sunday afternoon I spent at the Art Institute gardens swaying to an impromptu milonga. Thanks…