When I was visiting Hungary last year, I had the pleasure of befriending a 5 year old.
Although the language gap made communication nonexistent, we built a strong bond and I look back on my friendship and smile.
I am sure some of you are sighing in relief while reading this article, [ . . . ]
The winter breeze swept past touching our cheeks and in the far distance the sound of cracking ice could be heard.
We were in Aoraki (Mount Cook National Park) and the view was absolutely hypnotic. It wasn’t difficult to drift off into a world of humble curiosities when you were standing [ . . . ]
I remember this particular day so vividly; we were visiting the city to view an art exhibition.
I had always loved exploring the city so this day was a special treat. I have always found peace in watching the chaotic flow of people in their expensive black coats passing by hurriedly each [ . . . ]
The flamenco guitar filled the courtyard with its simplistic melody. “I don’t want to go just yet” she said clutching onto his hand. Granules of sand escaped through her fingers delicately like the time around her.
As we approached Ronda I was overwhelmed with astonishment. Rolling hills [ . . . ]
She opened her eyes sleepily and met his gaze. The morning sun beamed through the window bouncing off his golden locks. She gasped at his beauty. He looked like an angel. Happiness washed over her body like a gentle sedative.
I gulped for air and held my breath. I was covered in [ . . . ]
Her fingers itched begging to write the beginning of a glorious tale, “today I ate six year old cheese, drank twelve year old wine and I discovered all past declarations were empty…”
We were in a desert. The road on our journey was dry and desolate. Vultures circled over herds of cows in [ . . . ]
I stepped into the glaring sunlight of Seville like a sullen teenager. I grumbled at the passing people like an old man. There was no doubt about it, I was suffering from “it’s-too-early-and-I-need-a-proper-coffee”.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes yawning softly finally noticing the [ . . . ]
The sun caressed the horizon in welcome while kissing my cheeks with warmth.
We wandered through rows of houses and stickiness filled our nostrils with warning to the searing day ahead. Wasps swarmed around water fountains foraging the neighbouring flowers, and the growl of our stomachs [ . . . ]