Here’s a riddle for you: What do you call a writer who doesn’t write?
While traveling, as in life, things don’t always go according to plan. I have a pretty fitting example from the trip to the airport for my flight to Rome. Continue reading
It’s Saturday morning, 4 am. The music is loud, and there are well over a hundred of people on the dance floor. The lights are low, but you can still see because of the light from the projection screen behind the stage where the DJ is performing. You’re so close to those around you that you’re not just dancing with one person. It’s as if you’re dancing with everyone. Welcome to a nightclub in Madrid. Continue reading