Havana, My Love
This is the real life in the real Havana. Havana before Starbucks and WiFi. Havana outside of your hotel grounds and comfort zones. This is my love letter to Cuba. Read the rest of this entry »
This is the real life in the real Havana. Havana before Starbucks and WiFi. Havana outside of your hotel grounds and comfort zones. This is my love letter to Cuba. Read the rest of this entry »
“Paris was where the 20th Century was” – Gertrude Stein
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Paris! Paris, Paris…
I was in love with you, even though my heels never knew your streets, they yearned to kiss your every cobblestone.
In love with the freedom, the beauty, history, the uninhibited, elegant, feminine and ageless women.
Style and Art.
Fell in love with your sexual revolution, artists, music, champagne coup glasses, pencil skirts, gloves and pearls.
~ Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité ~
In love with your Joie De Vivre inside of your Je Ne Sais Quoi.
I was yours, I was in love…
Things you will need :
* 1 train
* 1 cop
* 50% confidence behind your own words
* 20% art of persuasion
* 20% of acting ability
* 10% of immodesty
* 0% of plan (b) if (a) fails…
After my life as an Italian, it was time for Tuscany…
However, what was supposed to be a marvelous time Under The Tuscan Sun, turned into an unforgettable time Under The Tuscan Rain.
Most of Italy was hit with rain for weeks. Even though its late Spring, Italy had Winter temperatures almost everywhere.
You see, I do bring rain everywhere…
After Greece it was time for
Roller-coaster Trains, Caveman-like Caves and Orgasmic Olive Oil…
This is Italy ~ Off The Beaten Path…
I’m a hot-blooded, métis woman of uncertain age.
Who is a nomadic, chaotic and at times dysfunctional home, to a fragile, Russian Soul ~ Full of flaws, absurdities, contradictions, insecurities and vulnerability. Brave, honest, compassionate and all or nothing. Often disagreeable, sometimes selfish and incredibly stubborn. But above all, it’s a soul that will never have a price and the one, a Foreigner will never fully understand.
In my opinion, the above paragraph summarizes The Great Russian Soul to a T. However, being Russian, myself, I would like to take you on a little journey…
A journey, into the core of this mysterious soul. One, that often hides, behind the curtains of obvious …
Black Rose of the desert, was a name given to me by a fellow traveler – David Cifuentes – photographer and explorer from Spain.
Last time I ventured into the desert was in March 2012, for my 28th Birthday.
This time, the group was bigger…