Not being able to travel to any European destination was a difficult pill to swallow about a year ago. However, what has been even more difficult to deal with has been having a ticket to visit a major European city and not actually being able to get on the plane that would take me there. … Continue reading
Imagine this: waking up in a different country with a sense of routine. You don’t think you’re in a rut, nor is your life lacking in fun. If anything, you could be having too much fun; too many of your weeks go by the same, with enough satisfaction to assure you that the life and … Continue reading
It’s a boring Sunday night for me here in Madrid. It was only a couple of nights ago that I experienced my first encounter with being robbed, except I don’t really remember it at all. What I do remember is a precious belonging being there one minute, and being gone the next. My normal high-alert … Continue reading
The Rooted Traveller 