Lemonade

…And then I was served the strangest looking lemonade I had ever seen, yet the most delicious. It was a splendid whipped mixture of lemons, mint, dates, and heaven knows what else they do to it! I was at the Greenwave Café a ( vegan/organic/gluten free raw cuisine) place my (car-pooling/grounded/listening-ear/more-advice-than-I-wanted/timeless/wise-one) friend invited me to. It was my first outing after my sudden life upgrade. The world could not look or feel more different. My new perspective came with a side of Greenwave’s raw/vegan version of a cheeseburger: an explosion of never-tasted-before flavor in my mouth. This place was 5 minutes from … Continue reading Lemonade

The day a pigeon’s tush covered my eyes.

I learned how much happiness can fit into a single moment.  I retrieve images of this day from my memory to calm myself with its lifetime guarantee joy supply. After Stonehenge, the tour bus drove us to Bath. We were falling asleep on our way there, listening to the tour guide speak an overwhelming amount of information about this place. All I remember is that this was Jane Austen’s hometown and was founded by the Romans. The trees opened up in the mountain road to reveal a sight so incredible, and unreal, that my best friend smashed me against the … Continue reading The day a pigeon’s tush covered my eyes.

A conspiracy to live extraordinary things.

The coolness of that London morning air after leaving the hostel made me feel awake. The company of my best friend energized me. Going on a travel adventure with her was as good as it gets. One of my favorite things about my relationships with the people closest to me is finding ways to live experiences that will forever be ours. Charming moments of spontaneity and adventure that only me and the other party can have stored in our memories. A conspiracy to live extraordinary things. Today we were heading off to Stonehenge and Bath (both were places neither of … Continue reading A conspiracy to live extraordinary things.

Paris is a broken heart.

“We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught – Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.” – Percy Bysshe Shelley, To A Skylark (1820) This was Paris. In a surprising, burning heat (that even more surprisingly became a cold wind in the shade), we were not sure whether we should be taking clothes off or putting more layers on. We passed the masses, crossed a bridge, and found the booth for the 1 hour cruise on the Seine…But before…we snacked on French Fries 🙂 We sat on … Continue reading Paris is a broken heart.