Buenos Aires rat race views
I perch on a bench near the office eating my lunch and drinking in this view of the port. The Puente de la Mujer stealing centre stage. ‘Women’s Bridge’ is a terrible translation for… Continue reading
I perch on a bench near the office eating my lunch and drinking in this view of the port. The Puente de la Mujer stealing centre stage. ‘Women’s Bridge’ is a terrible translation for… Continue reading
Just a few short days after my mum arrived in Bariloche from England, after three flights and countless hours of milling around in airports, we braced ourselves for a …. wait for it… Continue reading
After the flurry of our small and happy wedding, we motored 14 hours south of Buenos Aires to Patagonia, specifically Playa Unión, to see JP’s family and relax. The impeccably behaved Pulga accompanied me… Continue reading
The Palermo parks in summertime are brimming with activity. Just one block from us, they’re one of many reasons I love our pocket of the city. The exercise track surrounding the Rosedal rose… Continue reading
A pandemonium of car horns, berserk drivers, HEAT…in capitals as words to describe it fail me … snapped us out of our beachy Goan haze and swept us through Ernakulam’s fumey traffic from… Continue reading
March brought a whirlwind four days in England, hugging family, dining like kings, wrapping up warm and suddenly we’re standing on Ashwem Beach in faraway India, watching this sunny ice-cream seller cycle by.… Continue reading