Birthday weekend in Paris

The older I get, the more I tend to prefer experience and memories over material presents for my birthday. This year I dragged my husband into the trip to Paris for the birthday weekend. Ernest Hemingway is one of my favourite authors, and of course I am mesmerized by his Parisian memories in "The movable... Continue Reading →

Sardinia holiday blues

Every summer we try to take a vacation. We have three simple rules in picking our destination: it has to be somewhere sunny and warm, with nice beaches and the local food has to be inspiring. This year we couldn't pick out of three options and ended up going to the place where we've been... Continue Reading →

Market shopping

I love shopping. But as I am getting older and my size stays the same, my preferences in this field tend towards online stores. However, when it comes to groceries, homeware and books I prefer physical shops. That's why almost every Saturday, not without some irritated remarks from my husband, we head to the local... Continue Reading →

Heatwave in Utrecht

The heatwave covered the country and it starts to feel like summer in my homeland with very high temperatures, dry grass and hot wind. I don’t mind the heat at all, however, when you need to work in the office without air conditioning or take a train, it’s no longer fun. If you survive through... Continue Reading →

Sunday kitchen: gazpacho and lemonade

Even a biggest foodie loses appetite when it is +37 outside. Let alone the idea of cooking something: turning on the oven, boiling or frying. The idea of spending more than 2 minutes in such conditions immediately brings up the analogy with the hell kitchen in my mind. Instead of that all you crave is... Continue Reading →

Texel: the Dutch Moomin island

Frankly speaking I've read my first Moomin book when I was all grown-up, at around 22. I am happy it didn't happen earlier as it came into my life at the right time, when I felt utterly lonely and deeply miserable. Getting lost in the cozy and kind world where simple life was treasured and... Continue Reading →

Amsterdam Confession

Sometimes I feel like a spoilt child. I work in the very heart of Amsterdam in a beautiful old building facing the canal. Every time I tell someone about it, I catch a glimpse of  astonishment and even admiration in their eyes. I heard so many times how lucky I am, as so many people... Continue Reading →

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