Travel

Our brief stay in the beautiful region of Cappadocia.

2 weeks is an extremely short time when you stop to think about it. Argentina is kind of very big – you can never hope to tour the entire country, unless you travel every single day. Doable I suppose, but extremely tiring. So when we first sat down in front of a map of this gargantuan country we asked ourselves, what do we want to see? What experiences are we looking for specifically in this piece of land?

I suppose this wine-induced, little adventure started when I bought my boyfriend a particular wine book.

If you want to get to really know a guy, go on a long trip, just you and him, nothing less than 10 days.

There comes a moment on a journey when something sweet, something irresistible and charming as wine raised to thirsty lips, wells up in the traveler’s being.

For once you have tasted flight you will walk the Earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return.

I am very often a victim of nostalgia and reminiscence. Traces of a smell could send me a thousand miles away, riding on waves of memory.

I’m sure this has happened to all of us. How sometimes we pause in between hurried acts and we realise that we have been caught up in a whirlwind and we think to ourselves how time can truly be a treacherous bitch.

Living on your own also means you have plenty of time to reflect about things.

A day before I was due to leave for Lagos, Nigeria, I woke up and did what I always tend to do first; grab my mobile phone, check my notifications and have a look at my roster.

I’m sitting here huddled in my new blaugrana scarf, watching as Camp Nou is slowly starting to fill.

Time is always an issue with this job.

Like most islanders, especially coming from a sunny island such as Malta, I crave for beaches and the sea.

A simple word, four letters. Probably one of the most used words in our dictionary. Very often we say it without actually realising what we mean.