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Magic & shooting stars

“In the end, we’ll all become stories.”And boy, will Barcelona be a story for the ages. And yes, I am fully aware of the fact that I just wrote a post about this city that brings so much life to my being, but well, I was never one for consistency, now was I. On the plus side, you get to enjoy my musings on this beautiful city twice; ain’t life grand. Fuck yeah, it is....

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Life’s a beach

Life’s a beach.And a bitch. You thought this was going to be a positive holiday post, didn’t you. Haha. No but it will be, eventually. Trust me. The past half year has just been … a bitch. Not in terms of things going utterly & fatally wrong, which they normally tend to do in my life — anyone in need of some drama? Got plenty left over here! — but in terms of my mind spinning off in utterly & fatally wrong ways, which made Chrissy T struggle a bit more with the ways and wonders of life, failing to...

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Rotterdamn

 What I did in Rotterdam you ask? Staring out of a window like it's nobody's business. Just kidding. Although I did spend the better half of my short city trip admiring the mighty view from my hotel window, and hanging around in the tub admiring the mighty view from my hotel window, and hanging around in bed admiring the mig- ...

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CONFESSIONS OF A FOODIE PERFECTIONIST

 [ts_row] [ts_one_third] As I went on holiday in Marrakech, I could've never imagined how different it is to eat in another climate, let alone pick a restaurant. The temperatures were so blazing hot that we couldn't bring ourselves to eat before nine o'clock. Well, we did the first night: rookie mistake. We sat around the table while sweat was dripping in our steamy tagines. I really can't find a nicer experience than to feel the whole sofa being stuck to your ass when you finally decide you bore the heat long enough and stand up to leave a trail of...

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