Roots

Roots

I don’t come back here often. Since I left 10 years ago, my comebacks have been mostly in-betweens. In between jobs, partners, travels. Sometimes I come here to heal, like last June, but I never stay too long. This is the land where I grew up. My roots lay here. It...
13 things I learned from breaking a leg (and a wrist)

13 things I learned from breaking a leg (and a wrist)

C’MON IT’S NOT SO BAD! WELL, IT ACTUALLY IS.   In November 2015 I had a bad road accident. Nothing really special, a random guy didn’t give me way, which resulted in a crash. The problem was that he was driving a car while I was on a Vespa. They say...
On splitting up, fear, and solo travelling as a woman

On splitting up, fear, and solo travelling as a woman

I often make this metaphor: for me splitting with my long-time partner has been like losing a leg. Suddenly I stumbled at every step. Loosing him didn’t just meant to lose the man I loved, the engine of my adventurous life and the closest person I had, but it also...