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To one of my favourite people in the world
Dear Luisito, You’re officially a teenager! And this is why I’ve left the country – to avoid door slams and your mum dragging me to your house to talk to you about setting the right example for your younger brothers. Instead, I am miles away and strongly encouraging you to door slam, throw tantrums and grow some facial hair! HA! I can’t ever tell you how much I love you and how your existence changed my life – mostly because your Mum yelled at me when you were about to be born and I’ve never forgotten. So
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A day of firsts
Today is the first of May 2012 and I’m in London. And I awoke, saw the calendar and thought “wow, that’s odd” for no other reason than when I prepared for my trip, I never thought further than my leaving date. So this is something new, unexpected even. And it oddly was a day of firsts. My first pay cheque. My first day of May in London. The first day I couldn’t get on more than three trains because they were packed. The first day that this situation actually annoyed me, a lot. The first day that
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The most beautiful city in the world
I love outlandish claims – the most beautiful city… cue dramatic music… IN THE WORLD! After my love affair with Madrid, I was sure that I wasn’t ever going to fall in love with a city again. City-monogamous. Madrid, you and I – no other. Then I jumped on a 5 hour train ride (god bless ya Renfe) to Granada that I thought would be ‘cute’ far from the most beautiful city IN THE WORLD. It’s 9pm, it’s dark, I’m cranky (no judgement) and all I want to do is get to the hostel and drop off
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I changed my mind…
I’ve been meaning to write this post for the longest time and have managed to wimp out at every opportunity. It was mostly the shame of what people would think when I told them the truth. That I changed my mind. That what I thought I wanted as my “dream” turned out not to be the case? People will think I’m flaky, that I led them on or worse that I lied. And I can assure you that I didn’t lie… things just changed. I’ve always wanted to pursue a career in events, it was that thrill
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Mum’s Torrejas Recipe
Another holiday has passed and another pledge to never eat that much again. Which we all know is a lie anyway. So I promised you Easter tradition recipes the day after and I didn’t give them to you and I could say that a cat bit my finger but that wouldn’t be true. Instead I caught a plane and went on the shortest plane ride ever to Amsterdam. But that’s another post all together, in case you want to try our Easter traditions here’s a recipe for you. Be warned, they’re rustic home made recipes so they’ve
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Mariella an event organiser by day, business article and blog reader (slash hoarder) by night who aspires to one day own a business. Threw in the towel at a much loved job to pursue dreams of Olympic glory (working for, not participating... at least not until eating becomes an Olympic sport) in London 2012
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