Travel and Reading – Best Therapy Ever

If I could travel for the rest of my life, without a care, I would. And if I could simply spend the hours in between discovering every inch of this amazing planet of ours, reading, I would become the happiest version of myself – M.L.Kilian

So if you share this longing of mine, then consider starting here  –  Around the World in 12 Books


The Familiarity of Lady Bird

I’ve been thinking since last week, when I made it a point to see the film Lady Bird, in limited release until Thanksgiving, how amazing and wonderful I felt. In fact, that sentiment is still with me to this day. I suppose the impact the story left is one I can absolutely relate to, growing up in a strict household with rules a mile long. And then there was me. The odd ball in my school, who never dressed according to the standards set by the most popular of girls, me instead, longing to pursue anything other than the career path or schooling my mother had insisted.

The film is that good…

{for more on the film Lady Bird, go here}

Articles of Interest – For the Writer At Heart

While always in search of inspiration or otherwise, I have stumbled upon a few articles which I found interesting enough to share with all the writers at heart:

The world’s coolest library is located near Beijing and it has…
Have you been to the Shakespeare and company bookstore in Paris and wondered….
How to create a profitable book in 90 days – just in case you want to opt for shortcuts


How do you know you are a write at heart?



New York Times Wants to hired a journalist to travel the world

If Romeo and Juliet Had Gone…

If Romeo and Juliet Had Gone House Hunting Together – is a read that had me entertained so much that I had to share it here.  Please do yourself a favor today and simply appreciate the creative take on the story of Romeo and Juliet and oh…a few villas:

What if Romeo hadn’t drank the poison? What if Juliet had awoken to find her beau alive & kicking at her bedside and they’d ridden off into the sunset in search of a love nest, to live out the rest of their days happily ever after? Now that would be a house I’d like to visit. And some five centuries after their story is thought to have taken place, it appears as if the Italian real estate market has really changed all that much. You see, I’ve been imaginary house-hunting again in the dreamy property books of Italian agency Lionard, and it seems there is no shortage of historic castles and palatial estates fit for a Montague heir and his runaway bride. Palazzo’s of all shapes and sizes, waiting for a new generation to save them from ruin. Let’s just play real estate agent to Shakespeare’s star-crossed lovers for a moment…(more)

First Assignment – Under Twenty Minutes

You know what I love the most about a twenty-minute quick writing assignment in class about a moment when you felt a rush of adventure?  Just being able to sit in front of a computer and write – quickly, without putting much thought to it or worrying about how it comes out. Kind of like this:


We disembarked on the shores of Capri. A short ferry ride from Sorrento late August in 1995, thinking we’d beat the tourist season, and were about to experience an island on our own. But instead, steered through a crowd of travelers alike, and even locals, holding hotel signs and maps of sorts, over speaking one another about, who knows what. I wasn’t really listening. I simple took note they were intending to retail a room and board. 

 Worried, I scanned the small cobbled-stoned waterfront for signs leading me to a tourist information booth; I read about in Lonely Planet – advised to be the best source to finding hotels and guided tours. My boyfriend at the time, and my brother, relying on me, followed behind me to a small building bearing the ‘i’ symbol in blue and white, and we queued up for the tourist information agent, to direct us on how to proceed. While in line, I began to regret convincing my travel partners, while in Rome to take a spontaneous trip down south, to Sorrento, and now to Capri. 

Forty-minutes later, we stood in front of the clerk, as typical looking like a group of amateur travelers, and asked for a budget hotel to spend at most two nights, or maybe three if we had to – I remember telling the girl, seated behind the counter, interning from Switzerland – I discovered, when I asked how she spoke English so well.    

She made a call, booked as two rooms for three nights, and sent us on our way, with a visitor map, she drew arrows on pointing to where we needed  to go to catch the local bus to our hotel. 

Holding my breath in a state of panic, although trying my best not to show it to the boys, I pointed to the bus stop. We queued up in the mid-morning heat, but couldn’t get on the empty bus, even at the starting point to the route, because of the number of tourists and locals doing the same. So we were forced to wait. Thirty minutes, it read on the timetable pinned inside an obscured glass frame mounted by the stop. But in reality, it was forty-five minutes, to when the bus actually showed up.

We managed to get on, and took seats on the right side in the bus, the three of us agreeing that we would simply spend the next three days catching up on our sleep. Until the bus began a climb, the windy narrow road, up so high that we got the most spectacular views of the azure Tyrrhenian Sea hundreds of feet below, and a fleeting glimpse of the countless people sunbathing, or playing in the water. Some even perched on small boats or yachts, and the breeze, mixed with the scent of various flowers, coming through the opened windows, was enough for us to get off the bus, check in, get inside our hotel rooms quickly, change and leave, unanimously agreeing to explore the entire island on foot, no matter how long it took.