January has been a busy month. I was in Hungary doing communications/public speaking workshops each Tuesday and then doing the same in Ireland each Thursday.
There’s a saying in Italian that loosely translates to ‘everything you leave is lost’ – ogni lasciata e persa. Determined to keep the number of
My disdain for planners has been noted. Seeing modern atrocities sitting next to traditional masterpieces does my head in. And yes, I can appreciate how,
January visitors to Budapest commented that the city was sooooo different to the Budapest they’d visited in the summer. And yes, it is. Completely different.
When I first hit the States, I was intrigued by the idea of open house. Where I come from, it means that anyone can drop
I’ve been a tourist long enough to know that it’s impossible to see it all first time, or even seventh time. I’ve been going to
What’s that flower? How old is that church? Are all those cows milking cows? I don’t know, he answered. I don’t know. I don’t know.
Some people celebrate their birthdays in style. Some ignore them completely. Others still, like my mate GB in Malta, visits a cemetery. He’s not fussy
I still get occasional flashbacks to playing in the school band. I failed miserably with the accordion, had slightly better success with the melodica (mine
I travel. A lot. And I love it. I like finding new places, seeing new things, meeting different people. And when I go back again