Last night I took up a spontaneous invite from a colleague to go with her to watch a theatre rendition of Moby Dick at York Guildhall. Then my Mum called and invited me for dinner. I’m back in York and I’m back at “home”. Life has taken on a new speed and I’m revelling in… Read More Two months into my new adventure: York, England.
I’m relaxing in Ericeira with Sarah for a few days and it’s time to contemplate the bubble I’ve just emerged from and the months that have flown by, during which I’ve changed in irrevocably. This blog is about travelling and I’ve kept it to being a document of places been, but now I want to… Read More Portugal part two. On fear and confidence; learnings through solo travel
I’m in Portugal, most possibly the last stop on this great ride I’ve been on. I’m staying near Odeciexe, a beautiful little cobbled town with white buildings and shops selling clothes for hippies and travellers. Portugal is full of travellers it seems. I love it. It feels like you’re part of a community, transient, full… Read More Portugal: time slips away and skin scars.