Coffee in Spain, much like every other word in Spanish, is not simply café. There's a million and one varieties.
I used to think that George Ezra’s song about giving up all his treasures, land, and belongings in Budapest to run after some unknown lover was romantic. I still think it’s romantic, but I also think he’s a bit crazy. Having visited Budapest for a few days, I think I’d find a way to convince … Continue reading Budapest, Hungary
Throwing it back to November. I swear I wrote this back then - and edited out some of the sass more recently - but again, not apologizing. Anyways, as Audrey says "By all means, Rome. I will cherish my visit here in memory as long as I live." We woke up early to make it … Continue reading Rome, Italy //Day 2