A place for my daily musings: Inspired by good food, foreign travels, mesmerizing beats & sounds, wine, and real people.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald
I biked through that dodgy park en route to browse the shops & sights of Kreuzberg.
I knew I’d like Berlin when I arrived but I didn’t know I’d love it and leave a part of me there when it came time for me to leave. The city, the people, the music, the art, the history, the cheap kebabs: I could go on and on with why I love it.
Ich bin ein Berliner.
I got a text from a friend visiting home in Vienna, Austria a few days ago. I was asked if there was anything he could bring back to Canada for me. I wanted to say, “yea, about 190 Lucky Strike’s would be great.” But I knew better than to go ahead and say that…
Can you feel it? That warm, welcoming breeze? That Spring scent?
As a victim of a long, drawn out and historical winter, I vow to my skin, my mind and my body I will spend as much time outside as I can in the coming months. I believe it will be best thing for me.
Snow days as an adult are 100 times better than snow days as a kid.
You can get day drunk on your favourite bottle of red. Building a snow fort has nothing on that.