I was around 8 years old sat in a shoddy Nandos down in Bexleyheath, where I semi-grew up, when I tasted my first ever Pastel de Nata.
An evening surrounded by beautiful chandeliers, intense aromas and authentic Indian flavours is exactly what you will find at Colonel Saab.
Finding the perfect breakfast spot in busy Leigh-On-Sea can sometimes seem impossible.
It is 9:30 am on a Barceloneta Autumn morning. My boyfriend left the apartment for work over three hours ago, leaving me to awaken slowly while he stumbles around in the half-light of the morning. The curtains are opened slightly giving me a quarter view of the rose golden sunrise over the balcony and onto the Port Vell.
“It calms me down right away, the quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there, not with those kind men in their nice suits, and that lovely smell of silver and alligator wallets. If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany’s, then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name.” – Holly Golightly, Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)
When on a trip, wherever you are, you will always come across the same belly dropping sadness that comes when you zip up your suitcase and give the room a last glance.
I wake up and it’s dark. Not because of the weather, but because I had managed to cover my entire head with the giant duvet we have been blessed with.
It’s 5am on a dark January morning and I am awoken by a familiar sound.
The last few years have been a, well, a lot. Back when I was my little 17 year old self I started a blog with no direction, niche or point other than being a space where I wanted to write and share things with others.