It's both a strange and beautiful thing when you're left alone with your thoughts. Breathe in, breathe out; what am I thinking? My type of meditation session. I'm appreciative of everything I have and where I am now. But always a part of me yearns to step out of this comfort of ... Read More
Lust List: The Ibiza Edition
All that's on my mind: pastels against a glowing tan. Pretty white linen and cotton dresses—preferably from from Ibiza—draped over the body, hinting of skin. They're only the slightest sheer under the 12 o'clock sun; and it's at that moment of the day where Lolita sweetness becomes reminiscent of ... Read More
Madame G.
Reading all these stories and blogs of ex-pats in Paris have me yearning to return for an extended holiday and nostalgic with my own beginning into Francophilia. Grade six (junior high) was the first time I was given the freedom of choosing which foreign language I wanted to take; Spanish was ... Read More