Sitting in the bar chit chatting after our spa day, I was saying to my cousin how strange I found it that you don’t have to provide documents on arrival into EU countries, from other EU countries. The first time I travelled from Spain to France, I was completely flummoxed when I didn’t have to […]
Isn’t. Life. Just. The. Funniest. Thing. I think my week in Cambridge might be quite interesting. Apart from obviously learning some stuff, it looks likely my evenings will be full too after I had a rather delightful surprise last night, when I received a message from a very old ‘friend’. We met in 2003, as […]
Joie de Vivre Origin French 1. a delight in being alive; keen, carefree enjoyment of living. * “can be a conversation, joy of eating, joy of anything one might do…And joie de vivre may be seen as a joy of everything, a comprehensive joy, a philosophy of life, a Weltanschauung. Robert’s Dictionnaire says joie is sentiment […]
…here’s the thing. I have some awesomely cool friends. I’m hanging out with some of the guys at Marciac Jazz Festival. As a former organiser and programmer, I feel like I’ve died and gone to Heaven. Really. Look at this venue. Look at the line-up, look at the list of sponsors. It’s a dream come […]
A piece of my heart just died. Attracted by the beautiful, peaceful face of Buddha resting on the reception desk, and the wonderful smell of essential oils wafting out of the open door, (and a desperate need for a professional massage to loosen up my traps), I popped in the new spa, between my place […]
won…….. I accept that I am short and have curves and am never going to look like a human praying mantis, say for example; Alexa Chung, Mary Porteris. It’s all the rage these days. I accept that I am single, so I am enjoying my freedom travelling around Europe this summer, following the music, visiting […]
“If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream.” So I wonder what exactly it is that my subconscious is trying to tell me this week, or which is being translated and from where, with it’s string of bizarre and seemingly unrelated dream topics. In a previous post, I […]
…..and not the movie. Recollections are just surfacing of the super weird dream, I had in the nondescript place that hovers between sleep and consciousness, in those moments before waking. I was getting married, (in itself, bizarre but stick with me people), it was on the down low and it was in my home town […]
The Secret Diary of Anne Pank 