“There is no passion to be found playing small – in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living.” 
– Nelson Mandela

I’ve been bitten by a travel bug and I love making digital scrapbookings to relive the memories. I blog about it, so I won’t forget the brave adventures I’ve been on – considering the amount of holes I already have in my cheese at forty-something.

Like that one time when I found a Kinder chocolate egg in Moscow that was more expensive than the bottle of Vodka right next to it. Or that time when I visited the London Zoo and all the animals were dead (or was it was global English nap time?). Or that time I ate my weight in Pastéis de Belem and had to roll myself back to Lisbon. Another memory I’m very fond of is the one where I almost killed my bestie P. climbing Park Guell in Barcelona (it would probably kill us both if we did that again now). And when I was genuinely surprised that Wales wasn’t completely built on sheep manure. Time walking in the Holy land of Israel and getting nauseous by the combined smells of mold, sewer and pigeon shit in the ever so charming Venice.
No, I never want to forget.