I’m a month into my British adventure, but this other journey is for the long haul.
Brixton is more than just a “rough neighborhood” in London.
(or: diving into the good, the bad + the ugly.)
Visiting the Globe, I finally got to see what all the hype (ado?) was about.
There was a fair amount of adulting amidst the glitz and glam and grubbing in London.
Pack my life into pieces. This is my last resort.
Leaving for England is bittersweet.
The quickest way to a girl’s heart is through her stomach.
How could the French minor choose the Brits? An explanation.
(or: everything you need to know about this blog and the little brown angel running it.)