Read Dickens and then go, explore London. Suddenly, the fog will not only cover the Thames, it will suffocate it, smother, shroud it. It will blur the lines of politics and muffle the whispers of uprising emanating from Parliament. It will drown the great river itself, clamour at Westminster Bridge and blanket that point where Wordsworth composed hisContinue reading “London Through the Eyes of Dickens”
Category Archives: Travel
Beauty in the Bleak
I’m home now after a magical month spent in Italy. There were so many wonderful moments, a weekend trip to the glistening blue sea of the Ligurian coast and eating Giundujotto chocolates in Turin to name a few. However, there was one day a few weeks ago that I’ll always remember. The morning broke –Continue reading “Beauty in the Bleak”
The Mountain Air
It’s cold here, up in the mountains. From the stifling streets of Venice to the snow-capped peaks of Cogne, it’s quite a change. When we leave the house we have to wrap up in coats and when the piercing sun fights its way through the clouds we joyfully peel off our layers. The air isContinue reading “The Mountain Air”
Living the Dream….
Whenever I used to stare wistfully in the distance, muttering something about how I longed to live in Venice, someone would for sure answer “Pfft, it might seem like a great place to live when you’re busy buying Venetian masks and cruising down the Grand Canal on a gondola, but ask a Venetian; I betContinue reading “Living the Dream….”
´Casa De Los Angeles´ – House of Angels
It was a bright morning in London when I walked to Borough tube station, acquiring strange looks as I squeezed through the barriers, struglling under the weight of a gigantic back pack. I stepped onto the tube, knowing that the next time I was to be on English soil I would have experienced one amazingContinue reading “´Casa De Los Angeles´ – House of Angels”
The Home of the Octopus….
Galicia. The heartland of that famous Spanish delicacy: pulpo. A few months ago the prospect of eating octopus would have had me running, what with its tentacles tinged with that unmistakable vein-coloured purple. But then again, the idea of dining out on tripe and black pudding wouldn’t have got me too excited either. However, after livingContinue reading “The Home of the Octopus….”
A Taste of Home…
It’s only been two days since I bid farewell to my parents at Madrid airport, but it feels like a month. It was so lovely to see my Mum again, to explore Madrid and of course, to be spoilt rotten! After trekking through the maze of Metro lines I finally reached Barajas airport on Saturday morningContinue reading “A Taste of Home…”
A Spanish Halloween
Unlike in the UK, where simply the mention of Halloween is enough to arouse images of the most ghoulish creatures, here in Spain the holiday is far more dignified. However, with every year it does seem that the ghosts, demons, witches and wizards that we harbour in Britain as well as America, are creeping theirContinue reading “A Spanish Halloween”
A Walk in the Park
As I am yet to start Spanish lessons, I’m not gonna lie, the number of friends I have in Madrid is limited to..well…zero. Obviously being friendless wouldn’t make for a very fun night out, however it does provide me with the peaceful solitude to take a lone walk through Madrid’s biggest park – El ParqueContinue reading “A Walk in the Park”
Milhojas on a sunny afternoon
Let me tell you, these cakes taste as good as they look. The fluffy sweet meringue filling is like a heartfelt hug for the mouth; sweet and lasting long after the final mouthful. So, congratulations Milhoja, your filling as soft as a cloud has officially won you the title of ‘Best Spanish Cake’, well…until myContinue reading “Milhojas on a sunny afternoon”
To The Table 