Not wunderkind. Just wandering kind.

The birth of

Earlier this year, I was convinced that a rum soaked fling with Havana would be the end of my wandering ways.

I was mentally preparing to put my passport in my treasure box. Tucking it away with the ballet slippers and tattered love notes. Something to look at on rainy days; those days when getting drunk on nostalgia feels like the only right thing to do.

There was even a piece of land in a nearby valley that tickled my fancy. It had a little stream and some palm trees. “I could do a mortgage if it meant a little stream and some palm trees,” I’d thought.

But then I got an email from Italy. I was swinging in a hammock in Puerto Viejo on the coast of Costa Rica when I read it. Something about Bali and a blog and vegetarian lasagne.

Even the howler monkeys were laughing at me. “Mortgage? Ha! You’re tripping, Girlfriend. Have fun in Bali.”

And so, 4 months on, I’m editing a blog about Bali. And there’s an Italian over there promising vegetarian lasagne.

Life is so grand.

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