Posted inEurotrip 2025
How we drove into it (part 13)
Bringing Mo home turned memory into motion: valleys, relatives, old wounds, lake light, and the strange peace of being seen.
Posted inEurotrip 2025
How we drove into it (part 12)
Gardaland gave my childhood back in one reckless evening: rollercoasters, soaked clothes, stupid laughter, and love acting gloriously twelve again.
Posted inEurotrip 2025
How we drove into it (part 1)
Coming back to Dubai felt like diving headfirst into chaos, while the holiday shimmered ahead like the only livable truth.
Posted inStream of Waffleness
Polenta, gossip, and the smell of home
After forty countries, summer in my forgotten valley still smells like lake, espresso, polenta, and the slow certainty of belonging.