Certain things run through your life like a red thread. Connecting dots of past, present and future in a way you never thought possible....

Welcome to my Sunday eve setup. White wine fresh raspberries a house smelling of brownies chocolate everywhere. Fueled up on the same...

The past few years I’ve gotten into this magical thing called manifesting. Pretty much just asking for what you want, imagining having...

Can you believe exactly one year ago I was dreaming about this out loud: moving to Spain, speaking Spanish, eating tapas, drinking café...

Valencia was not only about tapas, sangria and strolls down Memory Lane. It was no coincidence we chose to visit our Erasmus home town...

How would it feel to go back to the place that started everything? All the travels, the strong longing to see the world, the itchy feet....

Malaga, a Spanish city still unknown to me. the perfect location for a mid February flee from cold Brussels. I had just found a job and a...

What to do when the flu tackles you into a horizontal life? You go through holiday pictures and find the ones that suit you mood: grey...

How can I write six days of Spain into one blog post? It seems impossible, because so many feelings live restlessly within me as I flip...

Neil Young is singing Harvest Moon while I sip my sixth coffee of the day. I am sitting in my favourite book cafe and smile. I'm tired....

There are days you wake up, grab the whiskey from your bedside table and turn every coffee into an Irish one. I call those my thinking...