Life's on a roll meeting people on a daily basis tagging along going places I wouldn't even know about if it wasn't for talking to musicians saying yes to invitations hitchhiking all over the island to find the garden of eden My absolute dream house where records are playing cooking on my woollen socks sending flavours of spiced chicken across the living room Red wine and Isaac Hayes bring me to a hazy place of closed eyes pillows on the couch falling asleep has never been sw

Is the festival dust still settling? Am I seeing the world through kaleidoscopic glasses? Am I falling in love with Valencia more and more? All of the above, baby. And drugs have nothing to do with it. It’s best described as a deliciously gooey combination of sweet friends, good conversations, dreamy siestas, hot n sweaty nights, lots of live music and dancing wildly. Pretty much my favourite things in life, all at the same time! It is true I am still recovering from Nowhere,

Make coffee as if you’re making love to me warm your hands as the heat rises the body of the plunger about to burst no need to let it cool down you want it hot so softly put the lid on not to let any heat escape keep it all contained then, when the time is right (you might have to wait a while) you push down really really slowly feel the pressure percolating the throbbing of desire your mouth watering your nose picking up the scent that wakes you up in the morning and when yo

As soon as I knew I was moving to Spain, I had one mission in mind: to go to Nowhere. Even though this festival has been on my burning desires list for years, I had no real idea what I was diving into when I got a ticket months ago. That’s a lie. I have been to Burning Man and regional burns before. But it’s been a while since I spent time in the desert. The regional burns I’ve been to in Canada and New Zealand were more comfortable in the sense that they were immersed in lus

I am a forever procrastinator, always living high up in the clouds and never ever finishing a thing. My therapist once suggested: just make your bed every morning. At least then you finish one thing a day! In the past week though, I feel like I finished many things. While wrapping up the month of June I rolled from one age to another, finishing thirty two. A year spent in three places I now call home: New Zealand, Belgium and Spain. A year of busting my ass working night shif