she was a 'wanderess.' thus, she didn’t care about money, only experiences – whether they came from wealth or from poverty, it was all the same to her. – roman payne
From the moment my Mom bought her ticket, I knew Prague was on our list. I was completely bewitched by Prague during the bitter winter, it had winding streets and pastel facades that never faded from my frosted memories. Krakow was now stored in our suitcases as we begun to glide over rusted tracks. Heavy-headed beers […]
Winter’s embrace had stolen all the warm air and life out of Warsaw whilst I was away in Istanbul turning Warsaw into a city lined with skeleton trees and slick frozen sidewalks. The sky was hanging heavy with an atmosphere dripping grey painting the world a depressing hue. The sun became a distant memory shy […]
I tend to be quite weary of places that I hear rave reviews about. If anyone tries to tell me I MUST do something, I am automatically inclined to think less of it. Perhaps this is a coping strategy, a way in order to maintain reasonable expectations, because words become embellished and memories are always […]
It wasn’t until the leaves of autumn glowed brightly that I began to understand why a holiday was needed in October. It had seemed so frivolous to just get a holiday at the end of the month, after years of teaching I should have known better. My patience was wearing and my spirit was antsy […]
a wanderess tale 