There these places where you want to go for a very particular reason. I wanted to go to Liverpool and I had a single reason for it: The Beatles. I didn't have any expectations on the city itself. My main interest was to visit the city where one of my favourite and best music groups … Continue reading Liverpool, the Rock n’ Roll UK’s District
Yesterday was a lovely Saturday. For the first time in a long time, it was the weekend and it was sunny in London. Staying at home would be a crime, and when you live for so long in a city where most days are greyish when the sun does come out you value it more … Continue reading When getting lost is good
One grows old, one matures into an adult, leaving behing the years of childhood and allowance to believe in the unreal. However, some of us adults refuse to let all those dreams and fantasies go away. Perhaps because of the meaning they had at some point in our life, we keep and we treasure it … Continue reading Living in a fantasy world at the House of Minalima
One of the things I say the most about London (which I believe it applies to big cities in general) is that it is a demanding lover. You do love it, so fucking badly, but it demands so much of you that tires you up. So, despite loving this, sometimes my body requires a break … Continue reading Places that make you realise how small you are – Serra da Estrela, Portugal
My small trip to Cambridge is also a very short story: it rained heavily all day and most colleges were closed because Christmas carols were being recorded by BBC. So we were really, really unlucky. I couldn't even take my camera off my bag, so all the photos were taken with my iphone and, because … Continue reading My Cambridge (really) short story
The Winged Bone 