This trip to Barcelona was my second time there, and it was a quick weekend trip for my friend’s birthday. Barcelona has some of the best vegan spots, and I ate the same lasagne I had 2 or 3 years ago – it was just as good as I remembered. Our first stop was Demasié … More Eating Vegan in Barcelona
I was surprised by the vegan options in Seville, and it’s much more affordable than Barcelona for eating out! We landed in Seville in the evening. Our first meal was in a local tapas bar to our airbnb, La Bartola. It’s not exclusively vegan, but they have clear vegan options on the menu. Out of … More Eating Vegan In Seville, Spain
“Lead the way” she muttered. That was the habit she had grown and nurtured through and through. Reliant on others and quick to blame, that’s a very easy assumption when you are watching through teal tinted frames. To watch or to experience? Or by watching are you experiencing? She will break her heart by sticking … More Relapse
Steady as the flowers we grow, as the trains we exist on sweep through the nearby grassland and the speckled purple carpet blends in from chair to floor. The world is just becoming a blur of clashing carpet patterns rushing by under my feet, without a gasp of air to take in my surroundings and … More Railway
Walking out and leaving the warmth behind, he stopped and watched the street across from one sign post to the other. Everyone was going about their day in that fast paced city fashion, weaving in and out of one another. Nobody he recognises. Not that there would be anyone he would recognise. More that it’s … More Cologne.
Red wine would stain my lips in the same way I’ll stain them to grab your attention, pouting slightly and letting my front teeth show a little. Cold nights in bars and watching for your words far too frequently, unsure of which need will hurt my head more in the morning. I twirled my words around … More Untitled
The chill of the morning gave itself away in the colour on your cheeks. The rays of sun illuminating the corner of the block hit my eyes, yet I couldn’t miss the speckles of melting ice resting in the wool of your coat. You rubbed your hands on your face, but they stayed as rosy … More Seconds.